Yum Or Yuck {Oc Game}

Vanaru stared at the fruit in front of her, not a single word leaving her mouth. These clearly were not native plants, and she would be lying if she said that realization didn't make her the slightest bit nervous. Nevertheless, if there was one thing the blonde had learned growing up, it was not to refuse the charity of another. So, with a swift motion, she popped some of the fruit into her mouth. The flavor was...strange to say the least, but not necessarily in a bad way. In fact, Vanaru found she was rather enjoying the taste. With a hint of a smile, she bowed in gratitude, before going in for seconds.

(Yum!)

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She felt somewhat unsure about what she was offering, but nevertheless, set it onto the table. It looked to be crystals, colored in a variety of shades. 

"I found this in the market the other day. The shopkeeper called it "Rock candy," I believe." Vanaru herself wasn't that big of a fan, far too sweet for her liking. Hopefully, someone else could appreciate it more.

"I'm not going to eat a rock!?" he said clearly confused. "I don't want a mouth full of gravel," he kept on complaining. Salvador carefully picked up the rock candy. Then proceeded to carefully tap the crystal like candy. That didn't sound like rock, maybe it was eatable. While staring at Vanaru, Salvador took a very, very tiny nibble. Closing his eye as he waited for the unavoidable teeth crunching, but that didn't happen. It didn't taste like dirt at all! It was sweet, maybe a bit sticky but overal.. very good. And while Salvador actually prefered more bitter stuff like coffee and chocolate, he didnt refuse a free 'meal'.

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Salvador held out a tin can for you. "Chicken and beans," he said. He was right though. The tin can contained beans and spongy white rubber textured bits that maybe was passable as chicken. "Come on, its still warm," he encouraged you. 

Oh, thank goodness, she was hungry for pie. She hadn't had anything of the sort in so long, but Rebecca was so kind to offer! Hot pie! Hot raspberry pie! She was in love.

"You are so wonderful, so sweet!" she exclaimed, "I would love any pie, oh yes, really, yes..." She took the plate gratefully, sliding it in front of her and giving a mighty sniff and then a relaxed exhale. She leaned back against her chair, the fluttering in her chest slow to die down. "So sweet... So sweet like raspberry pie, is that right?"

When she settled down, she took her fork and shanked it through the flaky, golden crust of the pie, scooping up a piece and then shoveling it into her mouth. So sour, and yet so sweet-- the perfection that was raspberries all too pleasure. And so, she squealed in delight.

[yum! shrike likes homemade food a lot, so even if she didn't already like pie she'd be down u_u]

"I purchased a couple of boxes of these for the ride!" Shrike told the other party. She slammed the freezer shut behind her, and then slapped two boxes down on the glossy table where her road trip partner sat.

It was a TV dinner, of course, and to be even more specific... Kid Cuisine.

slushrushed

"He's what? How could anybody be too busy to spend time with you?!"

A pretty girl, stood up and looking so sad on her own? No, this would never do. Elspeth had already slid into the opposite seat before even processing the existence of the food in front of her. Delicious as it looked, she was not going to indulge right away (she could inhale the whole thing and the plate with it, easily, but that all was a secondary concern). More important matters were at hand.

"Girl, you know what we're not letting go to waste? Your time, first of all. Like, forget that jerk, we're not letting him waste any more space at this table!" She made a few sharp, dismissive motions with her hands as she added, "Bzzt! Nope! None! Done! Gone!" and then propped her elbow up on the table and her chin in her hand.

Idly prodding the pancakes with her fork while still looking at Aiko, Elspeth said, "This is our dinner now, 'kay?" and winked. "I'm Elspeth."

Without thinking about it, she took a bite of the pancakes, but once she chewed it, she hummed in surprised delight.

"Oh, wow, you've got real good taste! Thanks for sharing this with me. Ooh, what'd you get?"

(yum, but, like, give her a minute to quit being a useless lesbian first)

Elspeth stopped dead, rounding the corner with a mouthful of chocolate and more yet in her hands, all in a not-unsizable half-opened box. Leftovers, maybe?

"Uhhhh," she said through chocolate at the person she'd run into in the otherwise empty hall. "...Okay, look, I know they said no taking leftovers from the club fair, but, like, what if they went to waste?!"

Regaining some modicum of dignity, she finished chewing, swallowed, and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. This was absolutely not the first time she'd stolen food from a college event, and it would not be the first time she got caught. Think fast. Can't get in trouble over this again.

Suddenly beaming, she opened the box up. With its contents properly revealed, it became clear she'd stolen what one might call a small fuckton of little chocolate truffles, all decorated differently and therefore in an apparent few different flavors.

"Hey, I'll share if you promise not to tell?" she offered, winking conspiratorially.

Overall, the fair was a pretty great success! ... At least, that's what he'd heard. In truth, Nicolas couldn't bring himself to go, despite the anime club's insistence. Even though he had gotten more comfortable with this side of him, it was still scary thinking about exposing people to it and seeing how much they'd change their minds of him. It was cowardly, he knew, but it wasn't easy to flip a switch and instantly not care.
But... he still wanted to see his friends, so surely stopping by wouldn't be wrong, right? And no one would think twice if he's there just to buy the snacks!
Nicolas was on his way when he noticed a woman striding off in the opposite direction. The two froze as they made eye contact. As she stumbled over her explanation, his eyes drifted to the box in her hand, watching it open to reveal a LOT of treats. Jeez, by the looks of all that, there must not be any left at the festival! "Uh... N-No thanks," he said with a small smile when offered some. "They look delicious, but I'd rather get it as the fair (if any are left)."

"So I was watching this ani-- uh, cooking show last night and man, the stuff they make looks so good it's surreal!" He was practically drooling at the memory. "They had this one called takoyaki; octopus balls! Not like... You know what I mean! They had this sauce covering them too. Man, what I'd give to try some."

Manslaughter did nothing to hide her amusement, laughing right in the man's face. "Why'd you ever eat fucking octopus balls? Octopus itself doesn't even sound good." She looked up at him, that sneer on her face never seeming to leave.

She was a child, and so had a child's tastebuds, and this takoyaki was too big of a word for her to find appetizing. She preferred the good shit that she could easily understand! Like McDonalds! Or that box of Chips Ahoy cookies she found on the side of the road last night! How did people even cook octopi? Why would anyone ever eat octopus balls???

"Are you gay?" she scoffed at him, "Gay for octopuses?" It's octopi, you absolute walnut.

[yuck because she's mean and has a really stupid sense of humor and also. she only eats bad food.]

Boom, pow, the sound of my crocs slapping against the concrete.

Manslaughter scuttled alongside the other party. Her eyes keeping watch for anything sketchy in this unfamiliar part of town. She made it clear she didn't even want to be with the other person, actually, leaning farther from them with every couple of steps.

Except for when she saw a sign beam in the distance. She already knew what it was. She immediately turned and yanked on the other party's sleeve, screaming, "I want some KFC!"

Gautier’s eye twitched. This strange child, obnoxious slap of her shoes on the pavement being the thing that bothered him most, had been walking beside him for the past few blocks. Can’t he just walk to his lab in peace.

Now, under normal circumstances he would snarl at Manslaughter and tell her to go back to whatever gutter she’d crawled out of, but he was in a quiet mood that night, instead opting to let his lip curl ever so slightly and side-eye the kid in an obvious manner, assuming that would get his irritation across.

He was in a quiet mood, at least, until Manslaughter had grabbed his sleeve and shrieked something about “K-F-C.”

“Unhand me, you vile little street rat!” He hissed, jerking his arm away from her. With a deathly glare, he turned on his heel and returned the way he came.

His mood sours easily, and a sour mood really isn’t condusive to doing work in his lab. He’d rather go home.

What on Earth does KFC stand for, anyway?

(Yuck, because he doesn’t know what it is. He wouldn’t want to buy anything for some random kid, either, lol)

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With gritted teeth and a grunt, Gautier ripped his pomegranate in half with his bare hands. Nice.

He was sitting on the edge of the roof of Benji's apartment building—it was the best place to go to be alone, he supposed, and he’d much rather be alone that around anybody else after being screamed at by a feral child.

Except he wasn’t alone! He heard a footstep behind him and whipped around to see (below character), glowering.

“Mmgh... Bonsoir,” he grumbled. “... Now, I know I don’t own zis roof, but I’d like to be alone right now, and I was here first so zis is my territory for ze moment.”

When he saw (below character) make no move to leave, he sighed, and held out one of the pomegranate halves.

“If I give you zis, will you leave?”

"what is that? A fleshy apple?" Salvador said in clear confusion. He almost dropped the bag of stolen goods he'd been carrying on his back. Almost. Carefully, as if he was afraid that the pomegrenate halve would move, Salvador stepped a bit closer. "Oh," no meat hu. "'Alright, I take your.. flubber fruit." Salvador snatched the half out of Gautier's hand and took a bite.
The soft sweet undertone in the taste did suprise Salvador. Void, he expected it to be sweeter overall. Quite tart... He liked it too. "I go if you give me the other half too," the smaller thief insisted. Bold words for a 1.49m big lad against a vampire.
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"I got some cheese," Salvador said before setting down an piece of..well cheese. Gouda cheese, cheese. Soft yellow with a orange/brown crust. It smelled milk like and with his bandensnijder, a small shank, Salvador cut you a piece of it.
Semi-hard cheese, aromatic. "I stole it," Salvador deadpan admitted. "There is a market today, the cheesemonger didn't notice a thing." Salvador smiled proudly from underneath his mustache. 

Isaac devours it in seconds, hearing angelic choirs in his head as the cheese melts in his mouth filling it with strong, milky taste. 

yum!

He brings you homemade pizza. Even though his husband is the one that cooks on daily basis, he's not bad at it at all. Thin crust is gold, and on a layer of tomato sauce there are pieces of cherry tomato and slices of melted mozzarella, topped with fresh basil.

Korrina paused to glance down at the bowl of ramen offered to her. Oh, goodness, she could smell the spice. Really, it burned her nostrils, and her eyes, and the glass of water set down next to it sent nervousness through her, no matter the fact that the noodles themselves looked really damn good. She scrunched up her nose before facing Farryn with a shrug.

"You really like it." she muttered, "But the water you've also offered isn't making it all that appealing to me. I think I might get the same feeling if I took a matchstick to my tongue..."

[yuck... she's just afraid of the spice...]

"This coffee cake is special. One of the servants made it as a gift for my son and I, but I thought you might like it, if you also like sweets, anyhow." Korrina sat the little box in front of the other party. The cake was well-baked-- perhaps a little burnt on the edges, but otherwise fine. It was topped with nuts and powdered cinnamon.

"Take what you like, but please be sure to leave a bit for us." she told them, "I like cake with my afternoon coffee, you know. Most people do. It's the best way to eat them."

"Oh don't yer worry yer pretty little face about it, " Roswe said. "Oh sure oi 'ill keep sum for yer aside, " the old thief said after cutting slice after slice. Carefully wrapped them up in paper and old newspapers. "Oi'm not a big fan of cake, or sweets, or coffee, " the old man admitted. "But some of me henchmen are, " that's ur son. Don't call your son a henchmen you.. While his hands we're quickly wrapping up the next slice, he plucked a sma bit of the cake and put it in his mouth. It want as sweet he expected it to be, but still a bit for his taste. The nuts, luckily no peanuts for Sal, gave the cake a sharp edge and softened the overall sweetness of the thing. "But dis cake? I can get behind it, tastes gran' "

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Roswell set down a plate. Stew. With meat? Wait a minute.......thats stolen for sure. "It got potatoes, endive, bread and, " his eye almost light up, "bacon. Real bacon!" Roswell said. Shoving the green blubber-like food in your direction. "Oi know oi know, meat is expensive, just take it alroight don't think too much about it!" Really don't cause if you did you'd figured out that every ingredient had been stolen.

Mercy looked between the meal and the man offering it, eyebrow cocked slightly. "You stole this didn't ya?" Her voice was cool and collected. She clearly didn't care evident from the tone of her voice and the way didn't really wait for a response simply shrugging and took the meal. "Free food is free food. Not my damn problem." She took a large spoonful of the stew, making sure it had a good mixture of the ingredients. and tasted it. It was pretty damn good. Nice and filling. Just what she needed after a long day. "Pretty damn good! Thanks, dude!" She leaned forward, smirking. "But I gotta ask, no one's gonna chase me down for stealing their strew, are they?"

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"Oi!" Mercy called getting the attention of the other. She jogged over a bag from the local fast food place in one hand and a bag of fresh fries and a few ketchup packets in the other. "Just ordered and for some reason, they gave me an extra servin' of fries! Want 'em?" She offered the bag and the ketchup with a shrug. "I'd eat 'em, but I'm pretty sure my doc would be pissed enough to stop my heart 'imself if i did!" She chuckled at the words.