07-21-2018, 11:39 PM
Vandal seems to have arrived at just the right time, seeing chicken wings being served and Captainpaw taking a bite and oh - oh no. "Cap, that's not where you -" Sploosh! "- fix that... damn." She doesn't even know what she's walked into at this point. Pinchy cooked rainbow gay-ass poultry, Captain is dripping with dishwater, and Vandal is absolutely loving every moment of it. For a second, she raises a talon and pinches her shoulder - nope, she's not dead, it just seems to be a really good day for everyone, and she's quick to pad over to the platter and pick out a wing as green as her tongue.
"Cap, c'mere," she beckons, blowing on the wing in her grasp until the steam has started to die down and she's sure it's something edible. While she does so, she turns to Pincher and flashes him an enthusiastic look, indicating that she very much approves of his sudden decision to cook gay-ass food that she knows she'll cherish forever. "Cooking night, huh? We should do this more often. You bring the wings and I bring the fish - the Typhoon will love us!" Isn't that a thought? Fiesta nights where they just kick back, eat a helluva lot, drink a bunch, and be fucking merry.
Once she's sure the chicken wing has cooled down, she turns back to Captain and lowers the wing towards him, confident that he shouldn't burn his mouth off and have to take another dishwater-dunk with this one. "Alright, this should be cool enough," she encourages with a flutter of a wing before handing it over and grabbing another steaming-hot wing for herself. She's dumb enough, though, to make the same mistake and take a bite without blowing - her mouth explodes with heat and suddenly she's curling her lip and blowing in and out, trying to cool her own blistering mouth from hellfire.
Damn, Pinchy wasn't kidding when he said they were hot.
"Cap, c'mere," she beckons, blowing on the wing in her grasp until the steam has started to die down and she's sure it's something edible. While she does so, she turns to Pincher and flashes him an enthusiastic look, indicating that she very much approves of his sudden decision to cook gay-ass food that she knows she'll cherish forever. "Cooking night, huh? We should do this more often. You bring the wings and I bring the fish - the Typhoon will love us!" Isn't that a thought? Fiesta nights where they just kick back, eat a helluva lot, drink a bunch, and be fucking merry.
Once she's sure the chicken wing has cooled down, she turns back to Captain and lowers the wing towards him, confident that he shouldn't burn his mouth off and have to take another dishwater-dunk with this one. "Alright, this should be cool enough," she encourages with a flutter of a wing before handing it over and grabbing another steaming-hot wing for herself. She's dumb enough, though, to make the same mistake and take a bite without blowing - her mouth explodes with heat and suddenly she's curling her lip and blowing in and out, trying to cool her own blistering mouth from hellfire.
Damn, Pinchy wasn't kidding when he said they were hot.
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON