@moonshadowed said: i’d rather kiss a palukoo.
singin’ in the rain.
he knows that bajoran resistance members resorted to eating palukoos when provisions were low. (he doesn’t mind eating bugs. plenty of cultures eat them, he’s not one to turn his nose up at anything, and he’s surprised klingon and ferengi both at how casually he consumes their insect delicacies.) he knows what it is like to eat the last thing available to stay alive. he remembers the feeling of his stomach cleaving his spine, and he remembers how grubs and a crushed up nut paste that he and his fellow escapees ate while on the run filled a hole.
it earns a thin, wry, diluted sort of half-smile, creasing at one corner of mutt’s mouth and just faintly hinting behind his eyes. it turns into a sympathetic sneer, brows raised and lip slightly curled. “ that bad? “
