The Disciple ♌ (
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Crispy and crunchy | OPEN
Who| The Disciple; OPEN
What| Di discovers there are ways to get the eats she so desperately misses
Where| Anywhere from petshop to tower
When| Before the Crowning
Warnings/Notes|Eating bugs
Everyone had looked at her odd in the beastshop. She'd stepped in to peer at the purrbeasts, small and colored in a rainbow of hues. Orange, pink and blue cover her hands by the time she notices the rest of the shop. Specifically that box full of very familiar sounds. She could feel her ears perk up, ready for a pounce.
She doesn't realize it's pet food. It takes several frazzled and slightly confused shop workers for her to comprehend that they don't eat these crickets themselves. It makes it even worse on them when she insists on two full bags of them.
They're jumping around madly inside the paper bag, making skittering noises that just make her mouth water. She grabs one as she steps outside, pops it in her mouth, and crunches. Delicious. It takes most of her willpower not to down the whole bag honestly.
Inside the tower, she notices someone watching her, hearing the skittering chirping bags, and offers one by its little wings.
"Want a --" She looks at the bag, "Cricket?"
What| Di discovers there are ways to get the eats she so desperately misses
Where| Anywhere from petshop to tower
When| Before the Crowning
Warnings/Notes|Eating bugs
Everyone had looked at her odd in the beastshop. She'd stepped in to peer at the purrbeasts, small and colored in a rainbow of hues. Orange, pink and blue cover her hands by the time she notices the rest of the shop. Specifically that box full of very familiar sounds. She could feel her ears perk up, ready for a pounce.
She doesn't realize it's pet food. It takes several frazzled and slightly confused shop workers for her to comprehend that they don't eat these crickets themselves. It makes it even worse on them when she insists on two full bags of them.
They're jumping around madly inside the paper bag, making skittering noises that just make her mouth water. She grabs one as she steps outside, pops it in her mouth, and crunches. Delicious. It takes most of her willpower not to down the whole bag honestly.
Inside the tower, she notices someone watching her, hearing the skittering chirping bags, and offers one by its little wings.
"Want a --" She looks at the bag, "Cricket?"
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But he hears the chirp.
He stops midstep and abruptly turns, reeling on her. Or more specifically, the bag she's got. His face becomes one of awe and want. A whole fucking lot of want.
"MESSIAHS AND MISTRALS ABOVE. Are those motherfucking sweetbugs? THE SONG SINGING SCURRIERS, the clamorous choristers delectable..." Oh Mirth. It took one hot second for him to get to her. Now he's reaching out like he's mesmerized and he only just catches himself. He looks up to her. "WHERE. Where all did you find them?"
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"Oh. Um. No, thank you? I don't..." She giggles. "I don't usually eat bugs, or anything like that."
Well, she might. If they were chocolate-covered, maybe.
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And the offer of a cricket is more then welcome besides.
"Of course I would! Wherefur did you get them?"
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