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avante en garde
[And the rave ends just like that.
As soon as you blink, you find yourself standing right in the center of a living room inside a quaint, pink house.]
As soon as you blink, you find yourself standing right in the center of a living room inside a quaint, pink house.]
Re: Kitchen
Huh? Guess I could eat. Hey, y'wanna garlic necklace? [Holds up his beautiful creation... cloves on string.]
Re: Kitchen
[Gestures him over to the stove, where something is deep frying...and from the color, has been for a while. Something dark red is leaking from it into the oil, which fizzles angrily at the new liquid]
You'll try it, right?
Re: Kitchen
...Uh, no. What the fuck is that thing?
Re: Kitchen
[She scoops it from the bubbling oil and onto a plate to drain. The outside seems a crispy, crunchy brown...maybe a little burnt. What may have once been a popsicle stick juts from the bottom, unnaturally red and blue ooze crusted to where the stick meets the breading. The whole thing seems to be a little deflated, bubbling jaunty colors from wounds over the breading ball.]
It'd be a taste sensation for sure.
Re: Kitchen