Ooc Log: FOOD!
Who: Gokudera and Dende
What: Sharing a meal, trying new things
Where: Toward Stars Inn: shopping deck
When: GOKUDERA'S BIRTHDAY. 9/9
Gokudera is relaxing on the shopping deck of Toward Stars Inn, slouched over a plate of pasta and staring at it with a distant frown on his face. This looks like a poor excuse to the food he's used to having in his home world, and he wouldn't dare order sushi from the machine since it's raw fish and possibly very easy to fuck up. He doesn't trust that computer systems can mimic the same skill as that baseball idiot's father back home in Namimori. "Keh." The teen stabs his fork down into the pasta, eyes narrowed at it as though it had been mocking him, then he spins the utensil, trying to pick up as much as he can. The sauce doesn't look bad, it doesn't smell bad, and it's been a while since he had a real hot meal. A sigh and he lifts his steaming fork up until it's at eye level. "At least big sis didn't make it..."
What: Sharing a meal, trying new things
Where: Toward Stars Inn: shopping deck
When: GOKUDERA'S BIRTHDAY. 9/9
Gokudera is relaxing on the shopping deck of Toward Stars Inn, slouched over a plate of pasta and staring at it with a distant frown on his face. This looks like a poor excuse to the food he's used to having in his home world, and he wouldn't dare order sushi from the machine since it's raw fish and possibly very easy to fuck up. He doesn't trust that computer systems can mimic the same skill as that baseball idiot's father back home in Namimori. "Keh." The teen stabs his fork down into the pasta, eyes narrowed at it as though it had been mocking him, then he spins the utensil, trying to pick up as much as he can. The sauce doesn't look bad, it doesn't smell bad, and it's been a while since he had a real hot meal. A sigh and he lifts his steaming fork up until it's at eye level. "At least big sis didn't make it..."