06-28-2018, 08:31 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
she knew that there were a lot of weird foods out there, especially aware now that she began to practice cooking with many different recipes. she was plenty aware that snails could be considered a meal if done correctly, but that wouldn't stop her from cringing at the sight of caesar. that was not the right way to eat them. all slimy and gross. she had originally been brought over by the group of people, her attention pretty quickly drawing to caesar's stupid yellow face, but she now regretted it. he seemed to know what he was doing was wrong, but he wouldn't stop for some reason.
"why don't you eat something else? do you not have self-control?" she said with a disgusted expression. well, actually, no, he probably didn't have self-control now that she thought about it. he just said whatever the heck he wanted. she shouldn't have even bothered asking. the girl knew full well that caesar was a jerk, and she could remember the quarrels she had with him during papa's temporary death, so she wasn't afraid to talk a bit more rude to him than most others.
"why don't you eat something else? do you not have self-control?" she said with a disgusted expression. well, actually, no, he probably didn't have self-control now that she thought about it. he just said whatever the heck he wanted. she shouldn't have even bothered asking. the girl knew full well that caesar was a jerk, and she could remember the quarrels she had with him during papa's temporary death, so she wasn't afraid to talk a bit more rude to him than most others.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.