[ he glances up and around, blinking at the others with sleep still making his eyes heavy lidded, looking to the other gladers and grey. welp, he's eating his, must be okay. ]
Who did the eggs? [ he mumbles the question, part of his hair flattened from the pillow and the other fluffed up at odd angles. he turns to squint at minho, who is only turning in his sleep and doesn't seem to actually be getting up. ] Did you poison them?
[ which is a joke, because he's already picking off the shell of his, making a neat little pile of the fragments and digging in with an 'mmm'. freshly boiled eggs, ugh, yes. ]
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Who did the eggs? [ he mumbles the question, part of his hair flattened from the pillow and the other fluffed up at odd angles. he turns to squint at minho, who is only turning in his sleep and doesn't seem to actually be getting up. ] Did you poison them?
[ which is a joke, because he's already picking off the shell of his, making a neat little pile of the fragments and digging in with an 'mmm'. freshly boiled eggs, ugh, yes. ]