[ this place is like, the sex depot, he gets it. the instant flush of color in his face utterly refuses to vacate the premises, so he settles for folding his arms and living with it like it isn't there until it does fade. he's half-expecting the next card to be a filthy question, too, but they're blessedly spared a twofer. not that he can't handle it or anything, it's just, like... geez. ]
Malboro—tentacles? Like off a sea monster?
[ not this shit again. Del's nose wrinkles, albeit not necessarily with disgust. looks nasty, but would he have eaten it if they'd fried it up and served it? ...........possibly. his gaze, in the meantime, scans the card house, searching for his next mark. maybe showing off was a mistake, last time. ]
Haven't been to that place yet. Or rather I went there, but the look'a the place made me positive I'd yack everywhere if I went about grubbing with a smell like that coming from inside. If they're puttin' metal in the food, then I was right.
[ first they put mercury in the gatorade, NOW THIS?
a turn of the wrist, and he traps his chosen card between two fingers, tugging delicately at it. steady.. steady... ]
memo to me: maim you after my meeting
[ this place is like, the sex depot, he gets it. the instant flush of color in his face utterly refuses to vacate the premises, so he settles for folding his arms and living with it like it isn't there until it does fade. he's half-expecting the next card to be a filthy question, too, but they're blessedly spared a twofer. not that he can't handle it or anything, it's just, like... geez. ]
Malboro—tentacles? Like off a sea monster?
[ not this shit again. Del's nose wrinkles, albeit not necessarily with disgust. looks nasty, but would he have eaten it if they'd fried it up and served it? ...........possibly. his gaze, in the meantime, scans the card house, searching for his next mark. maybe showing off was a mistake, last time. ]
Haven't been to that place yet. Or rather I went there, but the look'a the place made me positive I'd yack everywhere if I went about grubbing with a smell like that coming from inside. If they're puttin' metal in the food, then I was right.
[ first they put mercury in the gatorade, NOW THIS?
a turn of the wrist, and he traps his chosen card between two fingers, tugging delicately at it. steady.. steady... ]