@fcxrcin
* So I Don't Have Any Muscles To Build (Obviously) * But I'd Like To Learn Some Of Your Self-Defense Techniques
* Do You Teach The Moves From The "Fighting Streets" Games * Like Shooting Fireballs Or Doing The Spinning Kick Move?
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@fcxrcin
* So I Don't Have Any Muscles To Build (Obviously) * But I'd Like To Learn Some Of Your Self-Defense Techniques
* Do You Teach The Moves From The "Fighting Streets" Games * Like Shooting Fireballs Or Doing The Spinning Kick Move?
A skeptical brow rose in response to the shimmering, golden brown bun framing the drizzling charred beef patty layered with yellow, gooey cheese that draped over the meat. The smell had a unique earthy, fresh notes mixed with multitudes of fats that developed a subtle of umami. Uraume huffed, reaching forward to push at the spongy bun to peer underneath; fresh lettuce, tomato, pickled cucumbers were stained with a light, warm, yellow sauce. They were made aware of the American cuisine upon their rebirth, yet they harbored no desire to venture forth. Uraume looked up and narrowed their gaze at Hansol.
❝Yi Hansol, explain yourself. You promised a favored delicacy. All I see is a slab of overcooked meat garnished with unseasoned vegetables and sauce.❞ Despite their hesitancy, the side dubbed fries did garner their attention-- those golden, crispy potatoes smelled as they looked: delicious.
❅ @fcxrcin