[ A shrug, like she isn't about to admit a grave food sin. ]
— but I always drained the broth.
[ You know, that thing normal people do!
It takes a second for the young man to come into focus. Once warm skin now chalk-white, icy lips pierced through with rusted metal, pleasant rotundness shrivelled to something bloodless and hungry. It's been a long day; when Nashua props her chin on her hand and stares at the wall, it's easy to explain away as tired eyes, or a mind needing a break. Her nails leave little half-moons on the back of her neck before she lets Jesse distract her again.
Him talking through it is... nice. She can dip out and tune back in, which she does now. ]
Okay, [ she says, grin sprouting up anew. ] What is huevos rancheros? [ She can't quite get around the syllables as expertly as he can. ] Are you just making up words now?
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Date: 2025-08-17 11:03 pm (UTC)[ A shrug, like she isn't about to admit a grave food sin. ]
— but I always drained the broth.
[ You know, that thing normal people do!
It takes a second for the young man to come into focus. Once warm skin now chalk-white, icy lips pierced through with rusted metal, pleasant rotundness shrivelled to something bloodless and hungry. It's been a long day; when Nashua props her chin on her hand and stares at the wall, it's easy to explain away as tired eyes, or a mind needing a break. Her nails leave little half-moons on the back of her neck before she lets Jesse distract her again.
Him talking through it is... nice. She can dip out and tune back in, which she does now. ]
Okay, [ she says, grin sprouting up anew. ] What is huevos rancheros? [ She can't quite get around the syllables as expertly as he can. ] Are you just making up words now?