Are you what alcoholics look like where you're from?
[ Strange, and another topic worthy of stealing his attention. Jonas? He's large, perhaps it would take him a while to get drunk... ]
I've been planning my meals properly, but I believe the transformation is increasing my appetite. I won't make a mistake like this again in the future.
I don't think so?? Stereotypical alcoholics look like balding old dudes with red, bulbous, veiny noses. Clearly I don't fit that description, but people have their biases lol.
Eating more isn't the worst thing ever. That seems pretty mild, all things considered. I'll be sure to whip you up the choicest sandwich of all time. It should fill you right up.
(begins to construct the double decker club sandwich.)
If you had been in my world I would've assumed you were a fisherman or an apprentice merchant.
[ But then again the only alcoholics he's met were Jiraiya and Tsunade. Certainly neither were balding... Then there were the shinobi that'd haunt the bars each night after missions. The ones that weren't cutting it. The ones that had clearly lived past their expiration date for such work. Sasuke remembers walking past them on his own journey home, trying his best not to hear their conversations. ]
Thank you. This is the most pressing of the symptoms. I'll have to make serious adjustments.
(a bit distracted texting others, but he always comes back to sasuke within the minute. he should be arriving soon regardless, sure that discussing this face to face will be almost preferable for both of them.
jonas hopes he's doing alright with everything. staying alone traps you in your own head.)
Seriously, don't worry about it. You'd do the same for me, right? So it's a win-win for the both of us.
[ Not that he'll elaborate. Saying anything at all is the result of a moment of weakness, not aware yet that he'll regret this entire night come morning. ]
We say tsukemono. It could be ginger, lotus root, cucumber, cabbage, plum, turnip, daikon, a few others. I don't like sweet brines. Some chili sauce is okay, no sugar.
[ And very shortly after he hits send, he's arriving. ]
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[ Strange, and another topic worthy of stealing his attention. Jonas? He's large, perhaps it would take him a while to get drunk... ]
I've been planning my meals properly, but I believe the transformation is increasing my appetite. I won't make a mistake like this again in the future.
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Eating more isn't the worst thing ever. That seems pretty mild, all things considered. I'll be sure to whip you up the choicest sandwich of all time. It should fill you right up.
(begins to construct the double decker club sandwich.)
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[ But then again the only alcoholics he's met were Jiraiya and Tsunade. Certainly neither were balding... Then there were the shinobi that'd haunt the bars each night after missions. The ones that weren't cutting it. The ones that had clearly lived past their expiration date for such work. Sasuke remembers walking past them on his own journey home, trying his best not to hear their conversations. ]
Thank you. This is the most pressing of the symptoms. I'll have to make serious adjustments.
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jonas hopes he's doing alright with everything. staying alone traps you in your own head.)
Seriously, don't worry about it. You'd do the same for me, right? So it's a win-win for the both of us.
Do you like pickles?
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[ Not that he'll elaborate. Saying anything at all is the result of a moment of weakness, not aware yet that he'll regret this entire night come morning. ]
Pickled what? I'm almost on your street.
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And pickled pickles. They're just called pickles. I guess they were cucumbers at one point?
Why is it so different anyway? (Not pickle vs. cucumber, the other thing.)
(placing the jar of pickles to the side so sasuke can assess them, choosing instead to find a knife for the cheese.
sharp cheddar? whatever. it's going on the sliced bread.)
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[ And very shortly after he hits send, he's arriving. ]