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@KillBox@Classpet@Infichi
"Then join my crew Chirashi! Sail the seas with me and you'll be bound to find your Grand Cuisine!" Roma slammed his palms against the table as he stood up with a wide grin, creating a clatter of dishes. The captain had a wide grin on his face, his eyes shimmered with excitement of the prospect of having this excellent chef and fighter as a member of his crew. It all depended on what the fishman was willing to do in order to achieve his dreams. Roma could only hope that he would see the benefit of joining forces and travel together. He held his hand up for a handshake with the fishman that towered over him. Well, most people towered over him considering that he wasn't the tallest, but he also wasn't the shortest person either, unlike Weston. "The name is Roma Cesare, captain of the-"
The mink woman had unashamedly scarfed every vegetable dish on the table. He could respect the woman's veracious appetite, but there was one problem with it: she was stealing food off his plate! "Oi, keep your furry paws off my damn plate!" Roma was serious about his food. He did not take kindly to someone taking food from his plate. It was one of his few pet peeves that he had. It was like when a person goes out to eat with a friend and said friend ordered a small salad and the other person ordered a burger and fries. That friend would steal that person's fries when they very well could've ordered their own damn fries!
Roma sighed and glanced to Weston. Even though the sniper told him he was eighteen, Roma didn't exactly buy it. No eighteen year old could look like he belonged in middle school. It seemed more likely that he really was just a kid. "So kid, do you want some milk or juice or something?" Yeah, Weston was probably a little to young to drink.
"Then join my crew Chirashi! Sail the seas with me and you'll be bound to find your Grand Cuisine!" Roma slammed his palms against the table as he stood up with a wide grin, creating a clatter of dishes. The captain had a wide grin on his face, his eyes shimmered with excitement of the prospect of having this excellent chef and fighter as a member of his crew. It all depended on what the fishman was willing to do in order to achieve his dreams. Roma could only hope that he would see the benefit of joining forces and travel together. He held his hand up for a handshake with the fishman that towered over him. Well, most people towered over him considering that he wasn't the tallest, but he also wasn't the shortest person either, unlike Weston. "The name is Roma Cesare, captain of the-"
The mink woman had unashamedly scarfed every vegetable dish on the table. He could respect the woman's veracious appetite, but there was one problem with it: she was stealing food off his plate! "Oi, keep your furry paws off my damn plate!" Roma was serious about his food. He did not take kindly to someone taking food from his plate. It was one of his few pet peeves that he had. It was like when a person goes out to eat with a friend and said friend ordered a small salad and the other person ordered a burger and fries. That friend would steal that person's fries when they very well could've ordered their own damn fries!
Roma sighed and glanced to Weston. Even though the sniper told him he was eighteen, Roma didn't exactly buy it. No eighteen year old could look like he belonged in middle school. It seemed more likely that he really was just a kid. "So kid, do you want some milk or juice or something?" Yeah, Weston was probably a little to young to drink.
Sorry for not being very active lately.
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it might be alright i dunno
I guess it depends on your preference.
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Tomato Mushroom Icecream? Nasty.
=_= Yes that is nasty. So are firm fish sticks.
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nah cause that too is 10x stronger.
TMI
lol, Chirashi is doing god's work. xD
@KillBox@Infichi
Weston's declaration of strength completely went over Roma's head. What he was more concerned with was why did this little kid have a whole thing of tobacco hash with him? Certainly no reasonable shopkeeper would've sold someone who looked like a twelve year old any tobacco. "Aren't you a bit too young to be smoking? I get that you want to look older and all, but someone your age really shouldn't be smoking. Shouldn't you be sucking lollipops or something to get your fix?" Roma genuinely thought that Weston was actually a little kid, most likely someone's kid that ran away that wanted to be a pirate or maybe an orphan. In actuality, Weston was almost the same age as Roma though it would be hard to tell considering he looked so young and was so short. The gun slinger looked like he should be in middle school instead of smoking hash and toting guns.
Roma's eyes widened and he stepped back as a chair flew past his face. He was going to yell at her for breaking the chair and wall, but she already seemed to had said her peace and was now fangirling over the mink woman. "She better clean that up later." Roma grumbled, completely forgetting about Weston's existence for the moment. There were a lot of odd characters on this ship and he certainly didn't dislike it. It added quite a bit of variety. At least they weren't all anti-social, cynical bastards.
Soups on! The fishman finished cooking and now it's time to see if his boasts were true. "Awesome! I feel like I haven't had a good meal in months!" Roma shouted joyfully, stretching his arms up to the sky. For once, he won't be dining on canned beans and cheap rum. He was going to have his first home cooked meal for the first time in awhile and man was he ever going to enjoy it. Roma had already left Weston in his dust and found himself in the dining area. With absolutely zero shame, he drooled at the marvelous sight of the feast laid out in front of him. "Where to start..." Roma wiped his saliva off his chin with a napkin and dug into steak, the blood leaked out with just the poke of a fork. With a mouthful of tender steak and mashed potatoes, he savored the flavor and warmth before swallowing it.
He slammed his palm against the table and laughed robustly, completely the exact opposite of Ren's gentlemanly behavior. "Fishman, you're one hell of a cook! What exactly is your name?"
Weston's declaration of strength completely went over Roma's head. What he was more concerned with was why did this little kid have a whole thing of tobacco hash with him? Certainly no reasonable shopkeeper would've sold someone who looked like a twelve year old any tobacco. "Aren't you a bit too young to be smoking? I get that you want to look older and all, but someone your age really shouldn't be smoking. Shouldn't you be sucking lollipops or something to get your fix?" Roma genuinely thought that Weston was actually a little kid, most likely someone's kid that ran away that wanted to be a pirate or maybe an orphan. In actuality, Weston was almost the same age as Roma though it would be hard to tell considering he looked so young and was so short. The gun slinger looked like he should be in middle school instead of smoking hash and toting guns.
Roma's eyes widened and he stepped back as a chair flew past his face. He was going to yell at her for breaking the chair and wall, but she already seemed to had said her peace and was now fangirling over the mink woman. "She better clean that up later." Roma grumbled, completely forgetting about Weston's existence for the moment. There were a lot of odd characters on this ship and he certainly didn't dislike it. It added quite a bit of variety. At least they weren't all anti-social, cynical bastards.
Soups on! The fishman finished cooking and now it's time to see if his boasts were true. "Awesome! I feel like I haven't had a good meal in months!" Roma shouted joyfully, stretching his arms up to the sky. For once, he won't be dining on canned beans and cheap rum. He was going to have his first home cooked meal for the first time in awhile and man was he ever going to enjoy it. Roma had already left Weston in his dust and found himself in the dining area. With absolutely zero shame, he drooled at the marvelous sight of the feast laid out in front of him. "Where to start..." Roma wiped his saliva off his chin with a napkin and dug into steak, the blood leaked out with just the poke of a fork. With a mouthful of tender steak and mashed potatoes, he savored the flavor and warmth before swallowing it.
He slammed his palm against the table and laughed robustly, completely the exact opposite of Ren's gentlemanly behavior. "Fishman, you're one hell of a cook! What exactly is your name?"
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To be honest I'd probably still avoid that mall cause shopping
Thrifts stores for the win.
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It's ok lol. She should hopefully be up the next day and have her training punishment with Damian.
Poor her. xD
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