You know there's still people who believe that old piece of propaganda? According to it, SOLDIERs are born from mud and they gained their strength by eating babies. For all we know there may be some truth to that, because my earliest memory is rolling around in a pit of mud.
[Ha ha can you imagine. Not the mud part, because that's totally easy to believe considering their origins. It's either mud, or a puddle of gasoline. Actually knowing Junon, it probably was that. Mud, gas, oil, and god knows whatever else dripped down from above. Good times, though. Good times.
He has to lean over a little to see what he points at, and... wow, huh. Roche doesn't recognize that name. Did they have that at Chatre? Fuck if he remembers. Expensive and expensive go hand in hand though, and he'll bribe (trade) his way with the the wagyu strip. It's almost just as flashy, boasting about being on top marbled potatoes and... year and two year old cheeses. Cheese is cheese, people!!!
And then something else catches his eye.]
...Hey, Reno. Split this one? It's...
[He beckons him closer, like it's some big important secret, and points it out. a Kobe beef patty stuffed with foie gras and gold-leaf, caviar, lobster, truffles, some other sort of cheese melted with champagne steam and sauce made from coffee. Holy shit. People?? High society?? Are you okay up here?
Roche tries. Oh, he tries so hard to stifle it, but he chokes on a snort and taps the name.]
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[Ha ha can you imagine. Not the mud part, because that's totally easy to believe considering their origins. It's either mud, or a puddle of gasoline. Actually knowing Junon, it probably was that. Mud, gas, oil, and god knows whatever else dripped down from above. Good times, though. Good times.
He has to lean over a little to see what he points at, and... wow, huh. Roche doesn't recognize that name. Did they have that at Chatre? Fuck if he remembers. Expensive and expensive go hand in hand though, and he'll bribe (trade) his way with the the wagyu strip. It's almost just as flashy, boasting about being on top marbled potatoes and... year and two year old cheeses. Cheese is cheese, people!!!
And then something else catches his eye.]
...Hey, Reno. Split this one? It's...
[He beckons him closer, like it's some big important secret, and points it out. a Kobe beef patty stuffed with foie gras and gold-leaf, caviar, lobster, truffles, some other sort of cheese melted with champagne steam and sauce made from coffee. Holy shit. People?? High society?? Are you okay up here?
Roche tries. Oh, he tries so hard to stifle it, but he chokes on a snort and taps the name.]
The doucheburger.