[The fact Hershel of all fucking people is the bigger, braver friend is something even he consciously finds weird. He turns, putting a finger to his lips in the most passive shuushing gesture he can and whispers:] It's alright, Simon, just... act natural?
[...] Actually just um... keep doing what you're doing. [That was kind of Simon's natural state, telling him to act natural would probably make them more suspicious.
He reaches the food, wrapping it up in a napkin and heading over to the door. It was a big chunk, as big as he could manage, probably over half a plate of questionable cafeteria food. He sort of stops as he strolls back to the door, looking around a bit nervously. Well. How did he even do this.
Yes, got it, foolproof plan. He just. pretends to trip, awkwardly letting the food fly through the door haphazardly.] ... Oops!
[Yes perfect no one would know the difference no they were going to be executed for this all hope was lost.]
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[...] Actually just um... keep doing what you're doing. [That was kind of Simon's natural state, telling him to act natural would probably make them more suspicious.
He reaches the food, wrapping it up in a napkin and heading over to the door. It was a big chunk, as big as he could manage, probably over half a plate of questionable cafeteria food. He sort of stops as he strolls back to the door, looking around a bit nervously. Well. How did he even do this.
Yes, got it, foolproof plan. He just. pretends to trip, awkwardly letting the food fly through the door haphazardly.] ... Oops!
[Yes perfect no one would know the difference no they were going to be executed for this all hope was lost.]