#stahleo

stahl voice: did someone say baguette who made sandwiches

AS MUCH AS he wouldn’t have minded his own inner talents recognised by his peers && partners -- he wouldn’t have considered this to be an ‘inner talent’, simply a useful asset when it came to dinner && other spud related issues. but that was a given. the only problem that came with this was the women walking around the kitchen though, grateful enough had they given him his own space in the corner, surrounded by the earthly goods as knife cut through hard-skin && coal eyes glued in concentration hard enough to be able to block out the other voices. not exactly how he had planned to spend his after-noon but it was a nice chance -- for once.

it was only for a moment did his concentration break as the tent’s tarpaulin raised just behind the table which held bread && a few fruits ( that they had luckily found on their travels. ) && other foods that he couldn’t say he could see. eyebrow raised upwards as a hand began to creep in, dancing along the wooden surface && inching closer && closer towards the bread only to be stopped by the knife implanted right in front of it as the warrior stood up, voice gruff && unamused by the thief’s attempts. 

                                                2012 TMNT sentence starters                                                     accepting || not accepting                                                                   ❛ stahleo ❜

GOOD COMBINATION. fantastic, even. one that would definitely earn its mark on his list yet it only earned the other a huff that left his lips && a side-glance through coal orbs. now was not the time to celebrate in well-coordinated movements that managed to defeat only two of the enemies. if they were to bask in their own glory, it might as well be for something of a victory earned by winning the battle. not after killing a few petty swordsman who couldn’t even hold onto their weapon tight enough. one swipe through the air with one last huff && gaze shifted over to the armies fighting one another, voice thrown over to the knight without sparing a second look. but he would amuse him only once.