07-26-2023, 12:38 AM
“Getting cleaned up is a good idea. You don’t smell much better than you look, either.” Rune crossed her arms, but she kept her distance too, and gave a playful snort. She could smell the stink difference on the air now that the Oni was dead, and what left behind was only the aroma of regular sewage, which on one hand was actually preferable.
She had also already fought another monster before Mik showed up, and it was just as mangy. So she didn’t probably fare much better than he did. Plus she’d already used her pants to clean her knife off, and they hadn’t been washed in a while. She was probably getting a little fresh herself.
“I never say no to hot food but only if it isn't another bowl of Russian slop food again. No offense,” she uncrossed her arms, rearranged her gear, and hefted her bag back on her shoulders. “But if I gotta pick between drinks and milkshakes,” she gestured with one palm like the booze was in one hand and gestured with the other palm like the milkshake was in the other, “I’d rather not pick,” and she put her hands together. “Boozy milkshakes?” Like a Mudslide from Applebee’s. Yum.
She did tell a story while they walked. "You know my Uncle Seth used to take me to McDonald's for milkshakes and when he wasn't looking, I'd pour in a little Booz out of his flask and stir it up real quick and just sip on it from the seat beside him. Totally had no idea. Was awesome."
((can just cut to us leaving the undercity or getting to where ever you wanna go.))
She had also already fought another monster before Mik showed up, and it was just as mangy. So she didn’t probably fare much better than he did. Plus she’d already used her pants to clean her knife off, and they hadn’t been washed in a while. She was probably getting a little fresh herself.
“I never say no to hot food but only if it isn't another bowl of Russian slop food again. No offense,” she uncrossed her arms, rearranged her gear, and hefted her bag back on her shoulders. “But if I gotta pick between drinks and milkshakes,” she gestured with one palm like the booze was in one hand and gestured with the other palm like the milkshake was in the other, “I’d rather not pick,” and she put her hands together. “Boozy milkshakes?” Like a Mudslide from Applebee’s. Yum.
She did tell a story while they walked. "You know my Uncle Seth used to take me to McDonald's for milkshakes and when he wasn't looking, I'd pour in a little Booz out of his flask and stir it up real quick and just sip on it from the seat beside him. Totally had no idea. Was awesome."
((can just cut to us leaving the undercity or getting to where ever you wanna go.))