Nightshift 45: 2nd Floor Pantry

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[From here]One sweep of the flashlight was enough to make the function of this room apparent. The shelves were stocked with more bytes of food than even Sho could think of inputting. None of it looked like it could be weaponized, but hex, even Reapers needed to eat. Grabbing one of Newton's favorite fruits, he took a look around for other

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"Sure thing," said the Reaper in an uncharacteristically cheerful tone. Given his recent success, both in filling out his missing variables and finding a coefficient to work with who wasn't a complete hectopascal, he was in a better mood than average. He tossed the requested snacks over his shoulder towards Haine; if the man couldn't calculate that trajectory to make an intercept, then he didn't deserve Oreos that were still in one piece.

Sho wished he'd brought a pillowcase or something, a miscalculation on his part. He had forgotten that where there was a kitchen, there were probably nutritionally needless but epicureanly exciting exponents also to be found. For now, he settled on just taking a few more bites of apple before substituting it for the bag of chocolate chip cookies, leaving the half-derived fruit on the shelf.

"Need any other factors?" he asked, turning about and heading back for the door. Loaded to more than 100% capacity, the Reaper was just about ready to return to his origin.

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"Hah, well I'm with you on the lack of extra digits and limbs," the Reaper admitted. "Let's just get back to the rooms and drop some of these variables off. Plus I can grab an aerosol aperture and then the real fun begins!"

Cackling at the thought of impending flames, Sho headed back into the kitchen.

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