If I were gonna… you know, if somebody wanted to kill you, then they would put, like… sardine oil all over you.
tiger king \ no longer accepting.
Well, that was different. Zack had heard a lot of things, but he had never heard of how to use sardine oil as a method of murder. Being a bodyguard meant he had to be prepared for anything when it came to protecting his boss, but the slightly more creative ways of inflicting pain and danger on someone were sometimes easily missed. Sure, he was wary of strangers and the possibility of a concealed gun during a robbery but not... sardine oil and hungry tigers. Definitely not that.
“I... that’s...” He tries to find words to say, but he struggles. Probably because he was in the middle of a set, bench pressing while Tida was spotting him. “That’s new. Is that really how you get a tiger to eat someone?” His question is spaced out between breathes, but he doesn’t stop his set just yet. “How... do you even know that?” Suddenly, Zack lets out a laugh, and it’s this that makes him set the bar down, sitting back up as he turns around to look at Tida, brow quirked at his new friend. “Don’t tell me you’ve tried it before... I didn’t take you for that kind of guy, Tida...”
They had just met somewhat recently, not more than a few months now, so there was still a lot he was learning about him. Whether or not it was just a joke, how would Zack know that for sure? Who knows how much sardine oil Tida has bought in the past?
Maybe a lot. Maybe not at all. Only time will tell... best stay on his good side.
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