The pizza looked the most filling. Desmond started in on the leftovers, tearing into them with all the hunger of someone who hadn't eaten in a week. He came up for air after the second. Damn. No wonder Avians had appetites the size of the Empire State. Desmond drank the last bit of water to down it all and paused to catch his breath.
"At least the Vicodin hits fast." it was still uncomfortably tight in his shoulders, but what could he do? "Besides, so long as I don't end up all freaky harpy like Cross, I'll be fine." he bit into the last slice more slowly, swallowing before he went on. "...How long was I out?"
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Date: 2015-02-24 08:40 pm (UTC)"At least the Vicodin hits fast." it was still uncomfortably tight in his shoulders, but what could he do? "Besides, so long as I don't end up all freaky harpy like Cross, I'll be fine." he bit into the last slice more slowly, swallowing before he went on. "...How long was I out?"