Omnivore's teeth. High mobility, sharp canines. Nothing close to a human's. "So you base your meal plan based on who comes through the door? Incredible. I don't think I could tip enough for that kind of service."
He offers the entire skillet. "I am."
"You don't have to, the regular amount will do." She smiles truly, reaching her eyes as she steps back, "Do you want anything else, sir? Your favorite food perhaps?" She says, looking down to her clipboard.
He takes it, and hits them on the back of the head with the bud of his knife "I doubt your much worse than me." He splits the food between them.
"Oh, yes, that would be lovely!" He seems very excited. "I would like to see the chef's take on it!"
He looks at his portion blankly. Even split, it's at least three serving for a normal person. A deep, dark hunger enters his eyes. He digs in with his bare paws, his fangs growing back in an instant. Desperately stuffing himself with the delicious, simple meal.
Omnivore's teeth. High mobility, sharp canines. Nothing close to a human's. "So you base your meal plan based on who comes through the door? Incredible. I don't think I could tip enough for that kind of service."
He offers the entire skillet. "I am."
"You don't have to, the regular amount will do." She smiles truly, reaching her eyes as she steps back, "Do you want anything else, sir? Your favorite food perhaps?" She says, looking down to her clipboard.
He takes it, and hits them on the back of the head with the bud of his knife "I doubt your much worse than me." He splits the food between them.
"Oh, yes, that would be lovely!" He seems very excited. "I would like to see the chef's take on it!"
He looks at his portion blankly. Even split, it's at least three serving for a normal person. A deep, dark hunger enters his eyes. He digs in with his bare paws, his fangs growing back in an instant. Desperately stuffing himself with the delicious, simple meal.
She nods, walking into the kitchen, "The chef has already started." She leaves into the kitchen. Wis save with disadvantage or something enters his mind, though it isn't malicious.
He follows soon after, not eating half as ravenously, but enjoying every bite like he hasn't eaten this well in a long time. He seems to take out something strange, pouring onto his part of the meal, smelling completely deadly as he eats happily.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Oh, yes, that would be lovely!" He seems very excited. "I would like to see the chef's take on it!"
He looks at his portion blankly. Even split, it's at least three serving for a normal person. A deep, dark hunger enters his eyes. He digs in with his bare paws, his fangs growing back in an instant. Desperately stuffing himself with the delicious, simple meal.
She nods, walking into the kitchen, "The chef has already started." She leaves into the kitchen. Wis save with disadvantage or something enters his mind, though it isn't malicious.
He follows soon after, not eating half as ravenously, but enjoying every bite like he hasn't eaten this well in a long time. He seems to take out something strange, pouring onto his part of the meal, smelling completely deadly as he eats happily.
WIS: 6
He hears a whisper. "You know, you could eat like this... all the time... Better, actually..." The squire has not stopped eating.
"Oh, yes, that would be lovely!" He seems very excited. "I would like to see the chef's take on it!"
He looks at his portion blankly. Even split, it's at least three serving for a normal person. A deep, dark hunger enters his eyes. He digs in with his bare paws, his fangs growing back in an instant. Desperately stuffing himself with the delicious, simple meal.
She nods, walking into the kitchen, "The chef has already started." She leaves into the kitchen. Wis save with disadvantage or something enters his mind, though it isn't malicious.
He follows soon after, not eating half as ravenously, but enjoying every bite like he hasn't eaten this well in a long time. He seems to take out something strange, pouring onto his part of the meal, smelling completely deadly as he eats happily.
WIS: 6
He hears a whisper. "You know, you could eat like this... all the time... Better, actually..." The squire has not stopped eating.
The presence makes it's way into his mind, a soft and soothing feeling similar to his pheromones before soon disappearing as the waiter comes out with their meal, their favorite food, exactly.
He raises an eyebrow, "Hmm, either somebody's in my brain, or somebody's in his." He taps his knife against his head, trying to repel whatever presence is nearby with psychic power.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He takes as long as he needs, reading each page quickly for any mention of the Flame he may find, eyes focused and thoughts all down one path.
“Then take us away my dear, and let us hope we don’t get swept away in the depth of each other’s eyes.”
He checks all of the possible entrances, looking for anywhere that may be a good hideout, not for him, but for her, just in case. She easily recognizes this behavior.
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"Oh, yes, that would be lovely!" He seems very excited. "I would like to see the chef's take on it!"
He looks at his portion blankly. Even split, it's at least three serving for a normal person. A deep, dark hunger enters his eyes. He digs in with his bare paws, his fangs growing back in an instant. Desperately stuffing himself with the delicious, simple meal.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm doing okay. I just ate a hot pocket, but I'm still hungry.*
*Is there anything in particular that makes you very good right now, as opposed to regular good?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She nods, walking into the kitchen, "The chef has already started." She leaves into the kitchen. Wis save with disadvantage or something enters his mind, though it isn't malicious.
He follows soon after, not eating half as ravenously, but enjoying every bite like he hasn't eaten this well in a long time. He seems to take out something strange, pouring onto his part of the meal, smelling completely deadly as he eats happily.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
WIS: 6
He hears a whisper. "You know, you could eat like this... all the time... Better, actually..." The squire has not stopped eating.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The presence makes it's way into his mind, a soft and soothing feeling similar to his pheromones before soon disappearing as the waiter comes out with their meal, their favorite food, exactly.
He raises an eyebrow, "Hmm, either somebody's in my brain, or somebody's in his." He taps his knife against his head, trying to repel whatever presence is nearby with psychic power.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Just wait patiently and I’ll have your food done soon.” He says reassuringly, sighing just a bit.
“All of me mount well, you would know~” He smiles mischievously, sharp teeth grinning brightly before leaning into them.
“You know my answer to that, and it isn’t yes.” He looks down to them as they walk side by side.
“Perfectly fine, why do you ask?” He says, tapping a finger against the open heat of the stove.
He laughs, leaning against her and waiting for their bill.
He sighs, the arm they’re clinging to becoming suddenly covered in fur with a subtle popping sound, matching his hair, soft.
He stiffens at that, turning his head to the ground, “It’s nothing, may I read your book?”
The illusion fades as soon as it touches her hand, Damian beginning to pay for the real thing, “Gotta be faster than that, dear.”
“Don’t push it, Mrya.” He says, warning them more than anything else, patting their head with the arm that’s grown sharp claws, just a little annoyed.
He nods, finishing up making their food before playing each dish down in front of them, sitting down without anything of his own.
His reaction is immediate, dropping the thing before she can finish the sentence, “Cheater…”
He rubs their head softly, eyes easing up for a moment, “Don’t look at me that way.”
He takes the book they sat down, as well as the food, “I made this for you three, I’ll be fine without dinner tonight.”
He slicks the money he was going to use to pay into her pocket before getting up, “I suppose we go home now?”
He holds them close, finding their home and unlocking the door, opening the place up and walking inside.
He opens the first page, focus on the conversation waning “We will see.” He gets to looking for the rules they have to follow.
He grins up at them, “And here I was looking forward to getting back to the bedroom, when you decide to make us do something better than sleep.”
He hangs his jacket near the entrance, following after them a little behind, much less enthusiastic.
*Cut for Salem.*
He takes as long as he needs, reading each page quickly for any mention of the Flame he may find, eyes focused and thoughts all down one path.
“Then take us away my dear, and let us hope we don’t get swept away in the depth of each other’s eyes.”
He checks all of the possible entrances, looking for anywhere that may be a good hideout, not for him, but for her, just in case. She easily recognizes this behavior.