[ He doesn't even bother responding. At most, it would have been something pointless like "whatever", and Cain doesn't want to deal with Abel's already bitchy mood escalating. So, he hopes he's fine with a burger – that's what he thinks it is anyway – and fries because that's the closest thing to him; he's definitely not going to detour to search out anything else when his sense of smell is absolutely insane right now.
It gets even worse when he finally steps through the door. All he can smell is Abel, and he grinds his teeth in an attempt to ignore it. ]
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It gets even worse when he finally steps through the door. All he can smell is Abel, and he grinds his teeth in an attempt to ignore it. ]
Where are you?
[ ...yeah, that's casual. ]