#flamestyle

[yakiire]

you look like matcha but trust me you would never be as tasty

he's pretty sure he just got insulted. slighted on a personal level, even. the mental image of being liquefied and sampled in a teacup is what really puts him off, though. "not like i'd ever invite you for a lick."

[ruryouki]

"behold my creation." she presents it to him; there it is. a little fucked up charcoal omelet in vague bunny shape. "as a master chef, i'd like your opinion." / @flamestyle

[yakiire]

he's looking ... he's staring. perhaps even glaring. hard to tell whether he's trying to communicate for the cook to 'hey, come over here' or issuing more of a warning along the lines of 'hey, come here and i'll slice you like a weak-gilled freshwater fish'. only one way to find out, though. / @flamestyle

[yakiire]

@flamestyle: it's a day of love and peace

what about swords

[yakiire]

@flamestyle continued from here.

still holding up the strange specimen in utmost demonstrative manner, his head tilts. "i slipped and fell off." an uncomplicated answer to a complicated question. he rather not admit that the cook's fish clone's strength had taken him by surprise and pulled him past the railing's edge. ... to be fair, the second he'd spotted its peculiar facial features, a laughing fit had rendered him unable to focus.

"———what do you think about this?"

[yakiire]

@flamestyle: hey why is the floors still dirty 🤨 i know you've got moss for brains but this is too much

"... ?" a brief pause ensues as he throws the cook an oddly judgmental glance. "it was clean before you got here."

[yakiire]

            ( casually taking a sip from his cooking wine ). @flamestyle​.

[yakiire]

GENTLY kicks him. wake up.

... ... ... his body stays still.

then, SLOWLY, one eye opens and briefly flicks from the tip of the cook's shoe up to his curled brow. he offers a quiet grunt ... before letting his eye drift back shut. you're gonna have to do worse than that.