Candy Corn: What food disgusts you the most? (FOR BOTH)
The green chitinous knight loosely slings an arm around a much taller and decidedly non-insectoid looking elf â one that doesnât seem to care for being hung on as he is but apparently knows that thereâs little to stop it. âOh I donât exactly⊠eat like you breathers anymore,â the scarab knight chitters in a low and reverberating sort of amusement as if he takes subtle joy in being just a trifle creepy.Â
âThough when I did, I hated shellfish. Lobster, shrimp, crab, and so on. While the flavors werenât always bad, there was something about the textures that really were offputting. People always used to sayââ In which he pauses to abruptly shift into a shrill and mocking sort of tone. âââOh, you just havenât had good shellfish!â and âOhhhh~! This lobster is to DIE for; youâre missing out~!ââ
âPlease,â he scoffs derisively. âIâve tried it and, no, shellfish was awful every time.â
Silence persists for a time as glowing lichfire-blue eyes expectantly look up at his tall and skull-wearing âfriendâ, the elf scrunching inward almost like a greatly offended cat. Hazu then pokes him gently in the side, which promptly earns the knightâs hand a very firm swat as the offending party titters quietly at pressing Alukathâs buttons so easily.
The other of this mismatched pair begrudgingly mutters in unsteady and broken Common, âNo speak good. No answer.â
âDo not call me that.â
âYouâve been bumming around the Alliance for the better part of a year now. Your Common isnât that bad. So come on! Answer already.â
Alukath sneers as a very unelven sort of churling chatter rattles within his lungs before harumphing and crossing his arms. ââŠI donât likeâŠâ A pause abruptly follows as the mage hunter looks down to the scarab knight, his brow furrowing beneath his draconic skull helm. âThere is a word for it in your language. Itâs candy: Black and sweetly bitter.âââŠOh! âLicoriceâ.â
âYessssâŠ.â Alukath hisses with distaste, newly-heated hatred for the confection being directed unintentionally at the questioner. âI dḬ̀eÌ”ÌÌÌtÌÌČesÌÍ
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