@untoterxhund asked: the coyote enters the den, his under-shoulder firearm holster is unbuckled and lazily hung up onto the same coat rack that would hold his coat, knife and other peripherals he would've needed for his day-to-day work. a small brown, paper-bag is held firmly between scarred digits, a few steady and loud thumps as he makes his way over towards the sofa where Minsurak was lounging. Khaz' advancement is halted, placing the brown bag onto the coffee table sitting in front of her, there's the faint scent of grease among other scents and smells, seemingly the coyote had brought in some food for the dragon.
"Don't think I saw y' eat yet today, if you don't want it then jus' put it in the fridge fer' later." Once the bag was settled, the coyote trots over to one of the windows behind his work desk and opens it just enough for him to slip his torso through the crack. his hands dig through his trousers, producing a crumpled pack of cigarettes and soon enough after patting every single pocket he had thrice, finally pulls out a small zippo and completes the ceremony. he wasn't hungry, nor did he want the food he gave away, his job was usually tough on the gut, more often then not only eating a few small meals every couple of days. - for minsurak!
Arms stretched out at the sound of foot steps and head tilted back over the back of the couch. The Dragon knew who it was, but a visual confirmation never hurt anyone. The observation was disguised by the stretch of her limbs, the normally armor covered arms bare as white pupils took in the sight of the man's form and movement and the bag within his hands.
Ah, food, she thought. He wasn't wrong, she hadn't eaten yet. "A good observation, perhaps slightly creepy, but I will take it." Minsurak responded, her voice lacked seriousness as she shifted and leaned forward on the couch. The scent from the brown back reached her nose as she slowly opened it up. Eatable, was her first thought as she pulled out the content and placed it on the table including the one time use utensils that came with the meal.
Without further ado, she dived into the food, the first bite enough to leave the tip of her tail pat patting the couch. A sign of acceptance towards the taste including a spark of joy. It didn't matter if she didn't know what the food was, she never hesitated to taste something unknown. "Mm, Mm." She nodded to herself, yes, this was decent.
A swallow, mouth empty once more as her eyes hovered towards Khaz's direction. "You should show me sometime where you got this stuff." She spoke as she went straight back to feeding her empty stomach. A fighter got to eat.
