smug dancing x blueberry pancakes

[deimos]

bad girlfriend

// this is during the travel!

Myhri was starving. His feet were dragging, and he was hot from moving from too long. These stupid giants were too tall, he claimed internally, and looked around quickly. He made up his mind, and as they move, Myhri began to carry a small pot on his back. The rottsky quickly grew a plant in it, straining and panting heavily, his earth magic working at a small seed and sprouting a blueberry bush- and not long after, green blueberries. Once they managed to stop for a break, thank the gods, Myhri wandered to the side a little bit.

He managed to craft a fire quickly, using two rocks to make a spark. He dragged ingredients from his satchel- which seemed a little endless- and made a fresh batch of pancake batter. He opened his muzzle there. It was kind of hysterical, the state the sunglassed rottsky was in- he wore a tiny apron just for his chest, balancing rather well on his hind legs as he poured batter. "I've got pancakes on the stove! Come and snack!" He said, smirking as the smell of pancakes rose into the air.

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[KLIMENT]

[glow=#000,1,400]I WISH I COULD ESCAPE, I DON'T WANNA FAKE IT ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

The monstrous beast had stopped the group for a break seeing as his own paws were starting to ache quite a bit from traveling. He could hear the heavy pants of the smaller creatures seeing as someone like him covered a lot more range due to his size but even then he couldn't hurry on ahead when it was him that was leading them to their new home. He had already taken a seat curling his tail around his forepaws, he lowered his head slightly trying to tune out the speaking amongst the group but the smell of something sweet snapped him out of his small break. Something about pancakes. What were pancakes? Kliment felt a tinge of embarrassment for being quite dumb for not having the basic knowledge of certain foods that some of his clanmates seemed to really like eating or to make for a quick meal. His diet had consisted mainly of meat and often he didn't find fresh pieces of it so he often found himself eating already rotting carcasses with flies already taking leave after they've left a clutch of maggots to nest and embed themselves into the rotting flesh. Thankfully being half komodo dragon helped Kliment digest something quite as gruesome as a rotting carcass even if it ruined his tastebuds quite a bit. He approached Myhri with his long ears perked upwards to look down at the canine only to ask with a soft grumble "WHAT ARE PANCAKES? ARE THEY GOOD?" His nose began to twitch wildly feeling the roof of his mouth salivate from the mere smell of these pancakes, they smelt good but he was still cautious of accepting any form of food from anyone. One could easily poison him without much thought. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]

[Luciferr]

[size=9pt]similarly, they had no clue either.

they had been asleep for a very long time after all, entombed beneath ancient structures in an even more ancient hollow - and before then they had eaten only carcasses and corpses - from animals, to humans to other titans foolish enough to try them in those days.

modern foods were quite lost on them.

however, lured as they were from their half coiled position of rest by the scent of something cooking they followed in their erstwhile leaders footsteps - three heads rising up to peer over the large beasts' shoulder at Myhri and his cooking

much like modern food, they didn't have much of a concept of personal space either.

still with Kliment asking the pertinent question - the three merely hummed in similar confusion, the clack of Akane-Caedes' lower jaws inquisitive and hungry.

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