( and who strolls in the door (with a conspicuous ding of the bell dangling above it) but one wei wuxian, flute spinning idly between his fingers.
but that's where he stops short, brow knitting, nose lifting into the air to inhale deeply - because something smells inexcusably delicious. like bread cooked in fat, and maybe there's meat involved somehow? pardon him as he follows the scent, a vague ravenous 'hhhh' sound bubbling up in his throat, and he rounds the corner around the counter to find - )
Huaisang. ( a bright greeting grin, and he closes the rest of the distance between them to peer in at the rolling tubes now as well, examining them, picturing how they might taste. ) Of course you'd follow the smell of food. Shame on anyone who ever said you wouldn't survive on your own! Now how do we - (get to the food, he wonders, palms setting on the glass (oh, that's warmer than he expected) in contemplation. it seems to open from the other side...
and so he's striding over to a gap in the wares (the attendant's register, not that such a thing means anything to him) and hops over the counter to the other side. ) Which ones do you want? ( the words are called over the top of the roller display, and don't mind him, grabbing one in his fingertips (carefully, after a couple of tries because it's hot) and eating nearly half of it in one ravenous bite. )
pit stop, because we need at least ten or fifteen different threads about food before this is over
but that's where he stops short, brow knitting, nose lifting into the air to inhale deeply - because something smells inexcusably delicious. like bread cooked in fat, and maybe there's meat involved somehow? pardon him as he follows the scent, a vague ravenous 'hhhh' sound bubbling up in his throat, and he rounds the corner around the counter to find - )
Huaisang. ( a bright greeting grin, and he closes the rest of the distance between them to peer in at the rolling tubes now as well, examining them, picturing how they might taste. ) Of course you'd follow the smell of food. Shame on anyone who ever said you wouldn't survive on your own! Now how do we - ( get to the food, he wonders, palms setting on the glass (oh, that's warmer than he expected) in contemplation. it seems to open from the other side...
and so he's striding over to a gap in the wares (the attendant's register, not that such a thing means anything to him) and hops over the counter to the other side. ) Which ones do you want? ( the words are called over the top of the roller display, and don't mind him, grabbing one in his fingertips (carefully, after a couple of tries because it's hot) and eating nearly half of it in one ravenous bite. )