11-30-2018, 11:41 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]"That smells horrendous."
Of course Agathe had come to investigate what was reeking up the Observatory, expression twisting and contorting until she was all but scowling at Jerseyboy. In reality, it didn't smell terrible at all, but the foreign scent was more or less a strange assault on her senses and the Astral Seraph hated it. In some ways, she supposed she was a traditionalist. Her diet never really strayed from the raw meat of deer or larger game, and she had never entertained the idea of cooking her food on a stove. Wouldn't the heat ruin it? Maybe this visitor simply had horrible tastes.
"What is it anyways?" The leopardess asked skeptically, eying the noodles warily. They reminded her of little, brown worms and practically solidified her belief that Jerseyboy had horrible tastes. Who would want to eat a worm of all things? Agathe would shake her head, halfway tempted to demand he throw the plate away so she wouldn't have to look upon it any longer. But that wouldn't be nice, would it? In the end, the cloaked femme merely resoted to sitting down, her golden gaze never once straying from his plate of worms.
Of course Agathe had come to investigate what was reeking up the Observatory, expression twisting and contorting until she was all but scowling at Jerseyboy. In reality, it didn't smell terrible at all, but the foreign scent was more or less a strange assault on her senses and the Astral Seraph hated it. In some ways, she supposed she was a traditionalist. Her diet never really strayed from the raw meat of deer or larger game, and she had never entertained the idea of cooking her food on a stove. Wouldn't the heat ruin it? Maybe this visitor simply had horrible tastes.
"What is it anyways?" The leopardess asked skeptically, eying the noodles warily. They reminded her of little, brown worms and practically solidified her belief that Jerseyboy had horrible tastes. Who would want to eat a worm of all things? Agathe would shake her head, halfway tempted to demand he throw the plate away so she wouldn't have to look upon it any longer. But that wouldn't be nice, would it? In the end, the cloaked femme merely resoted to sitting down, her golden gaze never once straying from his plate of worms.
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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