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[cloakanddaikon]

Who: Zexion and others
When: Day 44, later in the morning
Where: Apartment Y
What: Breakfast and a good beginning to the day.

[Carrying a covered plate and knock—

. . . no, even at this hour there really is no point. Just goes inside, heading for the sharkling's bed.]

Comments

[cloakanddaikon]

I thought it might be.

Do you have any plans for the day?

[battle_genius]

Eh? Nothing outside of hunting.

[cloakanddaikon]

Would you mind company?

[battle_genius]

Not at all.

[cloakanddaikon]

I have no particular targets at the moment. You?

[battle_genius]

Anything that will taste good's fucking fine by me.

[cloakanddaikon]

Good or at least tolerable, if attention is paid to the cooking methods.

Most here are far to lean and gamy to honestly be considered 'good'.

[battle_genius]

So. We need to look for anything bigger.

[cloakanddaikon]

Yes. Particularly anything that looks plump for its type.

[battle_genius]

[Eats his breakfast a little faster.]

[cloakanddaikon]

Have you explored much of the floor above?