[He gives her a quick kiss as he puts the hose back, then gestures for her to go on ahead and do the distracting.
He can fit plenty in his pockets and under his jacket, but while chips sound good, they're bulky and loud, so he leaves that for the time being. Candy, chocolate, jerky, nuts, those all get stuffed into pockets. High-energy stuff that's easy to carry and eat. Fuck it, he grabs a few more packs of his smokes too when he sees them, because the stuff he's been subsisting on since New Orleans is fine but it's not his brand.
He tucks a whole box of M&Ms under his jacket, and then quickly settles an internal debate and grabs a bag of Fritos for under the other arm before he sees himself out, all in just a few short minutes. He'd like to think he's efficient. And if someone sees him unloading pockets into the bags, especially that lone attendant, well, fuck it. They're free and have everything they need to just get the fuck on out of here - so long as Chrissy didn't have any trouble with that guy, anyway. He glances over his shoulder toward the shop in the station building, then opens a packet of M&Ms and dumps a whole lot of them into his mouth. Breakfast.]
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[He gives her a quick kiss as he puts the hose back, then gestures for her to go on ahead and do the distracting.
He can fit plenty in his pockets and under his jacket, but while chips sound good, they're bulky and loud, so he leaves that for the time being. Candy, chocolate, jerky, nuts, those all get stuffed into pockets. High-energy stuff that's easy to carry and eat. Fuck it, he grabs a few more packs of his smokes too when he sees them, because the stuff he's been subsisting on since New Orleans is fine but it's not his brand.
He tucks a whole box of M&Ms under his jacket, and then quickly settles an internal debate and grabs a bag of Fritos for under the other arm before he sees himself out, all in just a few short minutes. He'd like to think he's efficient. And if someone sees him unloading pockets into the bags, especially that lone attendant, well, fuck it. They're free and have everything they need to just get the fuck on out of here - so long as Chrissy didn't have any trouble with that guy, anyway. He glances over his shoulder toward the shop in the station building, then opens a packet of M&Ms and dumps a whole lot of them into his mouth. Breakfast.]