[ Vezda was planning on a nice, quiet midnight snack. Just him, the pantry, and the hunger in his stomach that needs sating.
He aimlessly fiddles around in the kitchen until it is built: clawed in his metal left hand is a cold, dense wad of leftover spaghetti. It's topped with a liberal dollop of mayonnaise, some crushed doritos, and the cherry on top: not a cherry, but a pickled tomato.
On each of his clawed fingers there is also a hot dog, similarly cold, speared on his fingertips like he's about to roast them over a campfire.
And in his right hand is a nice mug of tea. Because he is, after all, a civilized man.
When he actually enters the lounge to eat, though, he wasn't expecting company. So he finds himself standing dead in the doorway. ]
Uh.
He aimlessly fiddles around in the kitchen until it is built: clawed in his metal left hand is a cold, dense wad of leftover spaghetti. It's topped with a liberal dollop of mayonnaise, some crushed doritos, and the cherry on top: not a cherry, but a pickled tomato.
On each of his clawed fingers there is also a hot dog, similarly cold, speared on his fingertips like he's about to roast them over a campfire.
And in his right hand is a nice mug of tea. Because he is, after all, a civilized man.
When he actually enters the lounge to eat, though, he wasn't expecting company. So he finds himself standing dead in the doorway. ]
Uh.
[ immediately on the defensive: ]
A snack.
A snack.
[ shrugs. ]
I'm hungry and it's food. It doesn't have to look pretty.
I'm hungry and it's food. It doesn't have to look pretty.
It's not about being a barbarian, it's about being pragmatic.
[ Vezda looks at his hand mess, squints, then shrugs. ]
Just whatever I found laying around.
[ he has already forgotten. ]
Just whatever I found laying around.
[ he has already forgotten. ]
[ “ψ(▀∇´)ψ
Anyways. ] There's more places for people to have spread out, this time, especially with such an... exciting afternoon, but I'm surprised fewer people were in the communal parts of the inn.
[ Plop, into his hand his chin goes. ] En, we are.
Anyways. ] There's more places for people to have spread out, this time, especially with such an... exciting afternoon, but I'm surprised fewer people were in the communal parts of the inn.
[ Plop, into his hand his chin goes. ] En, we are.
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