[ kuchi tries to be quiet in her approach despite being a towering seven feet, as she watches rhys make a nice rat-and-disease skewer with his dagger. the hood clasped at her collarbone is drawn up over her head, leaving the mouth at the back of her head quiet and obscure as she hopes it'll stay, but who knows how the day's going to go when she's already in a dump, lost, and left with nothing more than her fists and a seemingly endless bag of chips with no real substance to them. ]
We'll call it a meal with personality, My Lord.
[ that's her playful chirp, her opened bag held against her chest as she leans forward. ]
May we take that from you?
[ food is a good priority for this one too, it seems.
i-a.
We'll call it a meal with personality, My Lord.
[ that's her playful chirp, her opened bag held against her chest as she leans forward. ]
May we take that from you?
[ food is a good priority for this one too, it seems.
... but not quite diseases. whoops. ]