[ Well, his Master did used to say that food was a nurturer for the soul. And seeing this lady brighten up the way she does is enough evidence of that. He relaxes in her presence, allowing a more relaxed expression to cross his features once more when she announces her intent to pay him back. Instead of calling her out on it, the thought rolls through his head, ]
(Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first two times.)
[ Having initially showed up on the beach both uncertain and weirded out by this faux vacation spot's idea of "protection", it goes to show that the kind of company you keep can do wonders for the mood. Namely Ragna's, who, by now would have been a glowering sunburn of a man today just based off disdainful interactions with staff, NPCs and the seagulls, is actually smiling. Back home, there was hardly time or the attention span to give admiration or appreciative gazes to women back home. Not when the grand majority of them were either afraid of him or refusing to get off his back for his bounty, his Azure Grimoire, free food, all of the above. But that didn't mean he was unmoving. He wasn't ignorant to what he likes to see.
And she does a damning good job of disarming him with that smile, her feminine beauty doing wonders in easing him into actually sticking around with the new guest. It's made all the better when it's someone who seems genuinely grateful for the help. ]
Whatever. Things slip the mind when you're hungry. I get it. Nice to meetcha, Yor. [ He should've asked sooner. But at least now he can stop just calling her "lady". Her fessing that she used to hunt rabbits when she was younger catches him by surprise, blinking with intrigue whilst the employee hands the skewers over to the assassin. ] Well how 'bout that? I used to hunt with my Master when I was younger too.
[ Since Steve skips over this 3 of ♦️s, his gratitude to him is far less courteous, only giving them a nod and a fleeting dip in that smile to shoot a half-frown at them before his attentions are fully on the woman offering him some skewers. They do look really good...so good that it slips his mind that they're practically flipping a coin on whether or not this was even "safe" or not to eat. His thanks to her is far more polite as he accepts them, mindful to swipe up a couple fresh napkins from the counter for them in case the sauce gets drippy on them.
Stepping out of line, they're free to hang around the shack or enjoy the tropical weather and walk! For now, he's content in standing to the side in Yor's company, back to their last topic. ]
When you train in the wilderness, you learn real quick how to turn nature into your pantry.
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(Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first two times.)
[ Having initially showed up on the beach both uncertain and weirded out by this faux vacation spot's idea of "protection", it goes to show that the kind of company you keep can do wonders for the mood. Namely Ragna's, who, by now would have been a glowering sunburn of a man today just based off disdainful interactions with staff, NPCs and the seagulls, is actually smiling. Back home, there was hardly time or the attention span to give admiration or appreciative gazes to women back home. Not when the grand majority of them were either afraid of him or refusing to get off his back for his bounty, his Azure Grimoire,
free food, all of the above. But that didn't mean he was unmoving. He wasn't ignorant to what he likes to see.And she does a damning good job of disarming him with that smile, her feminine beauty doing wonders in easing him into actually sticking around with the new guest. It's made all the better when it's someone who seems genuinely grateful for the help. ]
Whatever. Things slip the mind when you're hungry. I get it. Nice to meetcha, Yor. [ He should've asked sooner. But at least now he can stop just calling her "lady". Her fessing that she used to hunt rabbits when she was younger catches him by surprise, blinking with intrigue whilst the employee hands the skewers over to the assassin. ] Well how 'bout that? I used to hunt with my Master when I was younger too.
[ Since Steve skips over this 3 of ♦️s, his gratitude to him is far less courteous, only giving them a nod and a fleeting dip in that smile to shoot a half-frown at them before his attentions are fully on the woman offering him some skewers. They do look really good...so good that it slips his mind that they're practically flipping a coin on whether or not this was even "safe" or not to eat. His thanks to her is far more polite as he accepts them, mindful to swipe up a couple fresh napkins from the counter for them in case the sauce gets drippy on them.
Stepping out of line, they're free to hang around the shack or enjoy the tropical weather and walk! For now, he's content in standing to the side in Yor's company, back to their last topic. ]
When you train in the wilderness, you learn real quick how to turn nature into your pantry.