where are my noodles, specs
@shieldur / no one likes your noodles gladio
‘ in the garbage can, gladio, where they belong. ‘ he cracks open a can of ebony, the aroma a soothing balm for his soul, unlike the cups of actual plastic that one gladiolus amicitia claimed to be food. ‘ i don’t understand how you can call that food, gladio. ‘ he takes a sip of his coffee &. sighs. ‘ they’re actually in the trunk, but i refuse to see them. we need foods high in protein &. high in other nutrients, not plastic. ‘















