#bleusommars

[skullkxd]

@bleusommars is begrudgingly sharing:

∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork ." If I share, will that cause you to stop staring? "

He ordered from the fancy place.

You know the kind of joint Ree’s referring to. The place that looks high strung and probably costs a house mortgage to eat from, even if ree isn’t entirely sure what a house mortgage is. One of those places that locals shy away from. Even ones who technically have money now, like Ree does.

and this guy just … waltzed in and practically ordered the whole menu. On takeout. And is eating it …. At the beach.

Fucking tourists.

But that chutzpah is something Ree can’t help but admire. So… maybe they are staring, yeah, but can you blame them? This kinda food is the stuff they could only dream of.

So when the man — perhaps sarcastically, but Ree can and will ignore that — offers a bite, their face brightens up; and they happily wheel themself over.

“Okay. I’ll have a slice of that and part of this — oh, shit, is this that salmon stuff they put on bagels in Unova? — and I want a big piece of that bread. Thanks, mister.”

Hey, he offered.

[trigshoot]

Comes back with his milkshake because he isn't done with you spiky.

" And another thing? I don't just want you to suffer. I want you to be miserable and sniffling and sobbing and sitting in a pile of your own filthy laundry in the most disgusting and unkept motel on this side of the star system. I hope you wake up with a mild headache every single day until the heat death of the universe kills all of us. I am forbidden from causing you direct physical harm, thus I will enact this moderate harassment. May the saloons cease to serve your favorite flavor of soda pop and may every other soft drink that you acquire be flat and disappointing. Just like you. This is a curse and may it manifest fully. "

Leaves.

Comes back.

" Also I will pray every single day that your other arm falls off. "

his brows seem to raise more with each completed sentence.

of course, vash is no stranger to hostile reactions from humans, whether verbal or physical, but this deranged manifesto being laid at his feet unprovoked by a stranger seems– very specifically malicious. he's unsure whether he should be staring at this guy's face or the milkshake that seems to clash heavily with the menacing aura.

only after the man leaves for a second time does something in his words ring a bell in his mind.

" hey, wait, what? forbidden by who? "

a pause.

" WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU PRAY MY ARM WILL FALL OFF ? "

[stungunpudding]

Don't mind this freak of nature sitting here.

She won't, but only because she's forcefeeding him cake with a single minded intensity. "You will be a creature."

[skullkxd]

“Okay, I get that you don’t care about other people. I respect that.” They don’t actually respect that but whatever. “But think. If you support people with faces, they’ll give you tastier food. An’ if you get tastier food, your stomach will dig — di — will digest it better an’ you’ll get more nutrients and shit. It’s a real thing! It—”

And then he asks where he is.

and then …

“Aw, shit, you’re one of those poor fuckers that got sucked through an ultra wormhole, aren’t you.”

Why is this happening so much lately??? Is this because of Lusamine’s bullshittery? Or is it…?

“You’re in the Alola region. This is a place called earth. Do you know what a Pokémon is.”

“Yeah, sure, it’s fine, but like — you’re paying like a bajillion dollars in there. They don’t even give champion discounts. An’ it’s not like they even have the am — the ambiti — the ambiance that would make up for the food. Especially since you’re gettin’ sand in your food and shit.”

Musubi is way better than this. Still, food is food. Ree takes another bite, chewing and swallowing again. They don’t talk with their mouth full.

“Usually I have whipped cream for the fake apple pie, but it would get all melty if I carried it around. My bad. But I’m glad it’s edible to you.”

Some people overreact to Ree’s weird food. But it’s a hard habit to shake once it’s ingrained. Especially when, for a long time, Ree only had weird things to make food. Whatever wasn’t expired or molded was all they had.

“If you’re gonna throw your money at places here, though, you might as well go local an’ support the ec — the … the local people an’ stuff. I can give you some recs.”

[skullkxd]

“Yeah, sure, it’s fine, but like — you’re paying like a bajillion dollars in there. They don’t even give champion discounts. An’ it’s not like they even have the am — the ambiti — the ambiance that would make up for the food. Especially since you’re gettin’ sand in your food and shit.”

Musubi is way better than this. Still, food is food. Ree takes another bite, chewing and swallowing again. They don’t talk with their mouth full.

“Usually I have whipped cream for the fake apple pie, but it would get all melty if I carried it around. My bad. But I’m glad it’s edible to you.”

Some people overreact to Ree’s weird food. But it’s a hard habit to shake once it’s ingrained. Especially when, for a long time, Ree only had weird things to make food. Whatever wasn’t expired or molded was all they had.

“If you’re gonna throw your money at places here, though, you might as well go local an’ support the ec — the … the local people an’ stuff. I can give you some recs.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Thanks.”

Normally, Ree would be incredibly suspicious about some weird old guy that doesn’t seem to understand the weather — it’s actually a lot cooler now than it was in even September — but hey. He’s eating the same stuff. Ree watched him. So unless he’s invulnerable to poison, Ree’s pretty sure they’re golden.

Their ghosts sense no foul play, either, so they aren’t fussed.

Ree takes a bite, chewing and swallowing before speaking.

“… hm. Man, I built that place up to be way better than it is. But I guess that’s just how it is, yeah. Expensive stuff, you expect it to taste better, but even I can make stuff better’n this.”

— and with that note, they dig into their bag, before holding out — a Tupperware, filled with what looks like.. pie?

“Here. It’s fake apple pie. People used to make this on the mainland when they couldn’t get fresh fruit. It’s like… lemons and saltines and stuff, but it tastes just like apple pie. Try it.”

[skullkxd]

“Oh, fuck yeah. Thanks.”

Normally, Ree would be incredibly suspicious about some weird old guy that doesn’t seem to understand the weather — it’s actually a lot cooler now than it was in even September — but hey. He’s eating the same stuff. Ree watched him. So unless he’s invulnerable to poison, Ree’s pretty sure they’re golden.

Their ghosts sense no foul play, either, so they aren’t fussed.

Ree takes a bite, chewing and swallowing before speaking.

“… hm. Man, I built that place up to be way better than it is. But I guess that’s just how it is, yeah. Expensive stuff, you expect it to taste better, but even I can make stuff better’n this.”

— and with that note, they dig into their bag, before holding out — a Tupperware, filled with what looks like.. pie?

“Here. It’s fake apple pie. People used to make this on the mainland when they couldn’t get fresh fruit. It’s like… lemons and saltines and stuff, but it tastes just like apple pie. Try it.”

@bleusommars is begrudgingly sharing:

∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork ." If I share, will that cause you to stop staring? "

He ordered from the fancy place.

You know the kind of joint Ree’s referring to. The place that looks high strung and probably costs a house mortgage to eat from, even if ree isn’t entirely sure what a house mortgage is. One of those places that locals shy away from. Even ones who technically have money now, like Ree does.

and this guy just … waltzed in and practically ordered the whole menu. On takeout. And is eating it …. At the beach.

Fucking tourists.

But that chutzpah is something Ree can’t help but admire. So… maybe they are staring, yeah, but can you blame them? This kinda food is the stuff they could only dream of.

So when the man — perhaps sarcastically, but Ree can and will ignore that — offers a bite, their face brightens up; and they happily wheel themself over.

“Okay. I’ll have a slice of that and part of this — oh, shit, is this that salmon stuff they put on bagels in Unova? — and I want a big piece of that bread. Thanks, mister.”

Hey, he offered.