[Not his? But they hit the ground! Marcel makes another rumbling sound and he takes half a step back from the half-eaten pile in thought, and after some careful consideration of the canine variety, he opens his mouth and unceremoniously lets a few pieces drop to the ground.
And he's just going to sort of... nudge the pieces together to make it look presentable. Did this guy want some too? He can share this!]
T-Trouble--?
[Without thinking, Bertolt takes a step back himself. Maybe it's to keep some sort of distance between himself and Marco, maybe it's to keep Marcel from spitting chewed up bits of pastry onto his shoes. It's a mystery.]
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And he's just going to sort of... nudge the pieces together to make it look presentable. Did this guy want some too? He can share this!]
T-Trouble--?
[Without thinking, Bertolt takes a step back himself. Maybe it's to keep some sort of distance between himself and Marco, maybe it's to keep Marcel from spitting chewed up bits of pastry onto his shoes. It's a mystery.]
I-I'm not sure-- What? I'm not--