#wildbamboorice

Option 1: Literally takes like 5 days to get anywhere… but that’s generally how I imagine deliveries working with him so… I mean get mad at the Master Attendant that sent someone in a wheelchair to deliver the cold food not the deliverer amiright LOL

Option 2: Actually since he’s Really Not Disabled™ he could ride the bike but… you know he ain’t gonna do that LMFAO… he needs one of those side car things and then it’d be fine… as long as someone else drives

‘THIS IS A FOOD GJINKA HOW VIOLENT CAN IT GET’

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I’M COMING INTO THIS ROLEPLAYING SOME ROAST DUCK I’M THINKING ‘LOOK HE LOVES KIDS AND HAS A REALLY WEIRDLY UNCOMFORTABLE SENSE OF HUMOUR HOW CUTE’ I AM NOT COMING INTO THIS EXPECTING MASS MURDER AND CULTS AND HUMAN SACRIFICE AND HALLUCINOGENICS 

          “ Let’s see... Next was— ah ! ”

     A small gust of wind had blown the list right out of her hand. Immediately she took after it, taking care to adjust the basket at her waist to not spill anything. Thankfully it didn’t travel very far, rather settling against back of someone a few feet away. “ Oh, I’m so sorry ! Please excuse m— ” Oh... Oh dear. This man wasn’t wearing a shirt. Pausing a moment as she registered the sight, Tiramisu quickly snatched the list back and bowed her head just enough to avert her gaze and hide the slight blush now forming.

          “ I-I’m really sorry about that ! I should’ve held onto it a bit more... ”

hurt meme. || selectively accepting

─「ティラミス」─  she never understands him.

               this had been a thought that was repeating in her mind time and time again, whenever they exchanged words which, more likely than not, would turn into a dispute and argument for they could NEVER agree. his mind was much deeper than she could reach, and so incredibly complex she was unable to fathom how it works as a whole. how he works as a FOOD SOUL when his hatred for humanity simply overpowered everything in its wake.

               he had pushed her hand away countless of times — though this time was no different, she could sense how the slap upon her hand wasn’t as AGGRESSIVE as they usually would be. and now, accompanied by the words from his lips, it caused the gentle food soul to pause, lime green eyes staring at him wordlessly so.

               she didn’t understand him at all … why would someone want to cast away their emotions ? their ability to feel something ?

               isn’t that essential aspect of being ALIVE ? just what exactly have you witnessed in your years of being alive ? what made you like this … ?

               “ — then at least let me numb the pain. ” her voice, finally breaking the SILENCE between them came as a quivering tone, one that the brunette didn’t know why she felt the BURNING DROPLETS welled up underneath her gaze. why was it that his words pained her so ? lips thinned and hands balled into fists, where she lowered her head and hid the tears from his sight. he’d BERATE her if he saw — so she wouldn’t let him see them.

               she spoke again, this time, voice almost in a plead.

               “ just let me heal you at least … please, boston lobster. ”

Her eyes peer up at him tentatively— she does not hate the bamboo forest, no; but she has not spent much time outdoors, in a place like this ( thus, like most things, it leaves her weary and fearful ). However, she finds him less frightening than her surroundings so until she is back at her brother’s side, she will cower behind him, fingers clutching one arm while she points with another.

     It wasn’t exactly a secret that Jiuniang was not one of       the STRONGEST food souls. She knew that there wasn’t a      whole lot she could DO, physically. She was just too little.

     Even so, her diminutive size didn’t stop Jiuniang from      doing everything she could to help out around the restaurant.       For what she lacked in size or strength, she made up      for in sheer determination. It was the very least she could      do for her master attendant, after all.  However, trying to      take on more than you’re physically capable of did have      more than a few drawbacks. 

     She’d attempted to bring in one of the crates of       ingredients that had been shipped to the restaurant      that afternoon. In doing so, however, she failed to      factor in that she wouldn’t be able to see where she      was going, due to the box being bigger than her head      (she was just barely able to lift it off the ground). A result      of this was that she ended up bumping into someone and,      naturally, slipped & fell onto the hard wooden floor.      The crate landed on the ground with a loud CRACK,      and it’s contents were subsequently scattered all about the       room.

nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♥ : Your muse crying about something

The tears came as a complete shock to him. 

How interesting it was to learn that the stronger of the two Souls was also the one with the bigger heart. This wasn’t to say Steak was entirely unfeeling, but it was only Bamboo Rice who’s eyes had dampened with ( apparent ) joy as he ‘befriended’ the small creature before him; a lone squirrel that seemingly deemed them safe enough to approach as it scampered closer inch by inch.