Candy Corn: What food disgusts you the most? (FOR BOTH)
The green chitinous knight loosely slings an arm around a much taller and decidedly non-insectoid looking elf – one that doesn’t seem to care for being hung on as he is but apparently knows that there’s little to stop it. “Oh I don’t exactly… eat like you breathers anymore,” the scarab knight chitters in a low and reverberating sort of amusement as if he takes subtle joy in being just a trifle creepy.
“Though when I did, I hated shellfish. Lobster, shrimp, crab, and so on. While the flavors weren’t always bad, there was something about the textures that really were offputting. People always used to say–” In which he pauses to abruptly shift into a shrill and mocking sort of tone. “–’Oh, you just haven’t had good shellfish!’ and ‘Ohhhh~! This lobster is to DIE for; you’re missing out~!’”
“Please,” he scoffs derisively. “I’ve tried it and, no, shellfish was awful every time.”
Silence persists for a time as glowing lichfire-blue eyes expectantly look up at his tall and skull-wearing “friend”, the elf scrunching inward almost like a greatly offended cat. Hazu then pokes him gently in the side, which promptly earns the knight’s hand a very firm swat as the offending party titters quietly at pressing Alukath’s buttons so easily.
The other of this mismatched pair begrudgingly mutters in unsteady and broken Common, “No speak good. No answer.”
“You’ve been bumming around the Alliance for the better part of a year now. Your Common isn’t that bad. So come on! Answer already.”
Alukath sneers as a very unelven sort of churling chatter rattles within his lungs before harumphing and crossing his arms. “…I don’t like…” A pause abruptly follows as the mage hunter looks down to the scarab knight, his brow furrowing beneath his draconic skull helm. “There is a word for it in your language. It’s candy: Black and sweetly bitter.”“…Oh! ‘Licorice’.”
“Yessss….” Alukath hisses with distaste, newly-heated hatred for the confection being directed unintentionally at the questioner. “I d̛̰e̵̗̘̘t̟̲es̟̳̼̹ͅt̺̤͢ͅ this licorice…”