[ Food, good food, makes people happy. So Merri sits by herself, resting after a day of continuous shocks (you've been kidnapped! you now have wings! you can fly!!!), a hand covering her mouth as she smiles between chews. She stops eating the moment she finds someone walking in her direction out of the corner of her eye; prolonging the time it takes to chew one mouthful, she "coincidentally" finishes on time as the person stops beside her.
No, two persons. Not a very girly girl, and those red thorns on her hands... At least the guy behind her was handsome, if a bit dead-looking.
Hiding her suspicions, Merri smiles up and. Stops. What...kind of question is this?? She holds up the half-eaten bread in curiosity. ]
This...? It's bread. [ She can't keep the bewilderment out of her tone. DO YOU NOT HAVE BREAD IN YOUR WORLD... ]
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No, two persons. Not a very girly girl, and those red thorns on her hands... At least the guy behind her was handsome, if a bit dead-looking.
Hiding her suspicions, Merri smiles up and. Stops. What...kind of question is this?? She holds up the half-eaten bread in curiosity. ]
This...? It's bread. [ She can't keep the bewilderment out of her tone. DO YOU NOT HAVE BREAD IN YOUR WORLD... ]