[ there is a marked difference between when the bots cook versus when other outsiders commandeer the kitchens, choso notes, already picking out the new scents as he approaches the chef of the day.
he's... still in LILITH grey, honestly. fashion is nowhere high enough on choso's priority list this year. ]
Thin.
[ thick cut was blocks, blocks were easy, clumsy, too-big bites worth of a flavour he may or may not want in his mouth.
with hands folding diffidently behind his back, choso ambles forth to watch, eyes flicking over this casual fit (indicative of individual taste, huh) before settling on the arrangement on the counter. ]
no subject
he's... still in LILITH grey, honestly. fashion is nowhere high enough on choso's priority list this year. ]
Thin.
[ thick cut was blocks, blocks were easy, clumsy, too-big bites worth of a flavour he may or may not want in his mouth.
with hands folding diffidently behind his back, choso ambles forth to watch, eyes flicking over this casual fit (indicative of individual taste, huh) before settling on the arrangement on the counter. ]