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[dontshakemyhand]

*During dinner, there is a man still sitting at his table as people begin to leave, stuffing his face as if he's never eaten. He seems to be near starving by the food piled on his plate, which appears to be at least his second helping, judging by the junk in his beard.*

... Are you going to finish that?

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[pellameno]

...

[pushes his plate over, blinking]

You've got... [gestures]

[dontshakemyhand]

Thank you.

[pellameno]

There's plenty more.

[dontshakemyhand]

Is it difficult for you?

[pellameno]

Is what difficult for me?

[dontshakemyhand]

This change.

[pellameno]

...I'm sorry, I don't--

[oh. wait. i feel that.] Todd!?

[dontshakemyhand]

For a moment I thought you recognized me already.

[pellameno]

No, although there was something familiar.

[dontshakemyhand]

Ahh... apologies, then.

[pellameno]

Who are you right now?

[dontshakemyhand]

Still myself, of course. My consciousness is the same.

[pellameno]

I mean the body.

[dontshakemyhand]

Well, I can see many similarities, although my tattoos are all gone. Dean Winchester apparently has an acquaintance who looks like this, however.