[ the smell of roasting fish shouldn't draw such a visceral reaction from him, but it does, because something in tetora is yearning to inhale, and loudly, and what comes out of it is a half-annoyed sigh that drifts in the silence of the room.
god, he's fucking hungry. and missing home food. ]
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god, he's fucking hungry. and missing home food. ]
so is there anything you can't do?