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[Anyone who's talked to Krieg at any length might have a fairly good idea as to why the message comes out the way it does. For anyone else, it has the look of someone who more or less bashed their head against a keyboard, an assessment that would not be far from the truth.]

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[Someone's apparently forgotten how to make emojis, much to his chagrin.]

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[fleshing]

Fllllllllesh!

[So, basically an enthusiastic "hello friend!" He's used to stooping a little bit to look at almost everyone, especially Salvador, with the notable exception of Brick.

He can smell the meat from here. And it smells good. He reaches to accept the bag eagerly, his visible eye widening.]

You're the best firebird on the house!

[cashlin]

[She'll take the Psycho-speak greeting: the sentiment comes through even if the words are jumbled.

Lilith hands the food over with very little hesitation. Funny, to be this casually sharing food with a guy she'd have shot on sight otherwise.]

One of my neighbors left, and he did a lot of hunting. It's all yours, and there's more where that came from if you want it.

[fleshing]

You'd share the raw staple?

[Lilith. Man. You are the best. He really did mean it, because - because man. He's just really missed good meat.

In fact, why even wait? He wrenches off his mask - the face beneath is alarmingly ordinary - and tears off a strip of jerky to start wolfing it down.]

[cashlin]

[Alarming is right. She'd almost expected a skag-like mouth or some kind of trunk under there.]

You seem like an all right guy, all things considered. Come get me if you need a hand with anything not meat-related too, okay?

[fleshing]

Mmmmutual!

[He tosses her an enthusiastic thumbs-up.]