[ welcome to the gun show, front row seats. perhaps someone else would be more subtle about their ogling, but choso has no time for pussyfooting around like that when he can let his admiration sit out on the counter where it can be seen.
there is something about it, see, in the work of power outside of the frame of battle.
with the hiss of the pan, though, choso’s attention shifts entirely to the tofu slices, eyes narrowing in his strange curiosity even as he takes a respectful step away from the sizzling. ]
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there is something about it, see, in the work of power outside of the frame of battle.
with the hiss of the pan, though, choso’s attention shifts entirely to the tofu slices, eyes narrowing in his strange curiosity even as he takes a respectful step away from the sizzling. ]
Do you have a favourite? Way to make it, I mean.