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[' he glances meagrely at his own hand when he's offered the strangers for a handshake, before slipping his icy fingers into his pocket and nodding in response rather than taking the hand extended towards him. He offers an even smile in attempt to soften the edge to his rude manners] I don't believe that we have, Luhan, it's a pleasure to meet you - I'm Jongdae.

"It's not bad," he shrugs his shoulders in a mimic to the way she had, "how about you?" 

Ah... if there's anything I can do to help, please let me know

Baked fresh today, hm? (/Jongdae eyes the selection of pasties with faux scrutiny as he picks one out, holding it up to his eye level, a grin sneaking its way back across his lips) if this doesn't taste as good as it looks, I'm going to complain 

(/he rolls his eyes as he joins him at the queue) I'm quite happy without it in my bread, thank you. Meat is best served on a plate, for me.

It is to me, (/he remarks as he follows through and glances over the sandwiches. Of course, there are no cucumber ones, so he settles on a cheese and cucumber one, which is decent enough for Jongdae)

Skittles? (/he tilts his head, trying to recall where he had heard that before - it rings a bell but he can't quite pick up on what it is - he thinks he might know, though, when he answers her) that's a candy bar, right?

"You can't talk?" He deciphers from the obvious cross sign directed to her throat, but the fainting, he doesn't quite get and so frowns at her in confusion, shaking his head, "you fainted? Are you sick?"