[ legally, you are allowed to take digs at your sous-chef. ]
smokey, earthy... TANG. we can try a chip of you if not the whole thing, no?
[ admittedly, she's not keen on losing their auto-revivalist. not because she's scared of death by any measure, but because she can't experience a plethora of "art" without him. it's not a bad thing, getting sliced open or seeing her comrades in the same position... to her, anyway.
true art is hard to come by, and dante provides it.
But, hypothetically-speaking... If we could break off a chip of it, or a clock-hand or something, what on Earth would you do to it to make it palatable?
( call it morbid curiosity.
ryoshu is unsubtle enough about her proclivities and passions that dante would have a good understanding of why it is that she values them and what they contribute to the team. they may be the wrong reasons, but... considering how they feel many of the sinners take them and what they do to revive them for granted, they will still take the appreciation gladly. )
But I don't understand!! It's metal!! It's just going to melt or, or, nothing might happen at all, it will just get really, really hot!! Either way, it's not going to be edible!!
( ryoshu is so right... they have no creative or artistic vision 😔
there is a relatively long pause before, )
I'm sorry to tell you this, Ryoshu, but I don't know what anything tastes like.
( amnesiac. no head. etc. they sort of have vague recollections of what words like "sweet" and "salty" and "sour" mean, but they certainly can't remember what they had tasted like themself. )
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𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢:
( ryoshu, please... this is all they have, this is all they are )
A roast??
I... I don't know? I must have survived long enough for the prosthetic to be attached, but...
I would really rather not find out...
( let's leave microaggressions at gregor out of this )
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smokey, earthy... TANG.
we can try a chip of you if not the whole thing, no?
[ admittedly, she's not keen on losing their auto-revivalist. not because she's scared of death by any measure, but because she can't experience a plethora of "art" without him. it's not a bad thing, getting sliced open or seeing her comrades in the same position... to her, anyway.
true art is hard to come by, and dante provides it.
she appreciates him for all the wrong reasons. ]
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The whole thing is absolutely NOT an option!
But, hypothetically-speaking...
If we could break off a chip of it, or a clock-hand or something, what on Earth would you do to it to make it palatable?
( call it morbid curiosity.
ryoshu is unsubtle enough about her proclivities and passions that dante would have a good understanding of why it is that she values them and what they contribute to the team. they may be the wrong reasons, but... considering how they feel many of the sinners take them and what they do to revive them for granted, they will still take the appreciation gladly. )
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like i said: BBQ. SMOKE. GYS.
[ GRILL. YOUR. SELF. ]
simple, yeah?
a sample isn't irregular to perceiving a full palette.
unless you can tell me how you taste, dante?
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Either way, it's not going to be edible!!
( ryoshu is so right... they have no creative or artistic vision 😔
there is a relatively long pause before, )
I'm sorry to tell you this, Ryoshu, but I don't know what anything tastes like.
( amnesiac. no head. etc. they sort of have vague recollections of what words like "sweet" and "salty" and "sour" mean, but they certainly can't remember what they had tasted like themself. )