TASTES SO GOOD IT MAKES A GROWN MAN CRY

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Date & Time: A day or so after returning from the most recent mission
Location: Some pub-diner-type place
Characters: Ashriyan and Ashtira (i.e. Koltira and Ashraf)
Summary: KOLTIRA STUFFS PIE INTO HIS FACe; ASHRAF LAMENTS
Warnings: fattening


[To be honest, Koltira's only half paying attention to Ashraf's presence. He's ordered a significant spread of food and he's digging in like a starving man, taking bits and pieces from each plate and just experiencing as many unholy flavor combinations as he possibly can. Sausage with chocolate waffles. Pie followed by a nice bite of fish. He spears a fat strawberry from a bowl of fresh fruit and bites in deeply, hardly even caring about the juice that stains his mouth and chin. It's all just so good.

He shrugs at Ashraf's disgruntled expression as he goes for another forkful of food.]

You know, I think life is wasted on the living.

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[ Any time he accidentally looks over, Ashraf has the feeling that the horror scrawls itself clearly across his borrowed face. But — seriously — pie and fish? God, he has no idea how Koltira is doing it.

So, for the most part, he watches others in the pub. Some of them cast odd looks over, some of them ignore them entirely. None of them are shoveling food into their mouths at quite the same rate. He glances over at Koltira at the sound of his own voice — and away again, just as quickly.

As dryly as he's ever sounded: ] I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

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I am. [He licks whipped cream and salt off of his--Ashraf's--lips.] Immensely. I might even be sick later.

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You might be sick. I might be somewhat... heavier.

[ Idly, like it's no big. But it's definitely crossed his mind a few times so far. ]

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[Koltira waves one hand dismissively. The other hand is clutching a grilled-cheese sandwich.]

It's nothing a little walking won't fix.

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[ But, Koltira, he doesn't want to walk. He sighs, heavily, and steels himself to watch the feasting again, like that will help. Maybe if he knows exactly what's going in, he'll know exactly how much walking he'll need to do to get it off. ]

Are you... anything approaching full, yet? [ seriously he didn't think he had that much room in his stomach. ]

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Not in the slightest, my friend. I have only just begun.

[he picks up a chicken leg and bites in lustily. Such marvelous, savory flavor!]

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[ He nods, a little sadly, resigned to his fate. ]

I only thought I would check.

[ It's not like he could ever suggest Koltira ease up. There aren't that many days left before he has to go back to his own, untasting body. ...Though, maybe he could redirect the excitement. ]

Is there anything else you've missed?

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[He doesn't reply until he's got another few forkfuls of chicken fried steak and pie into his mouth.]

Many things. The breeze, for instance. Sleep. Warmth. Breath in my lungs.