[This "donair" smells... good. Very, very, good. Not just the meat, which promised to at least temporarily stop her cursed stomach from eating itself inside out... There are vegetable bits in it, sure, but more importantly, that... sauce? slathered all over it? Hayame finds it somewhat lowbrow, but she cannot help but pull the food towards her face so that she can sniff it more closely.
She wants to bite in, but... How in the world was she supposed to eat this without spilling it all over herself? It's practically spilling out of the bread thing already???]
Do what again?
[She almost misses his comment in her intent observation over how he's holding his donair, only belatedly responding. Was that really the right way? He's getting sauce in his barbaric beard...]
Eat meat together- ?
[She's too hungry, she has to try it. Carefully, Hayame tries to mimic how he holds the food, opening her mouth wide to try and get as large and as clean a bite as she can, and once she does-
Something happens. Her tail jerks straight up in surprise, lashing out in a whip of ink black hair, her eyes dilate, and she just. Stands there, with her cheeks full, too shocked to even finish chewing.
... Maybe donairs are a bit mind-blowing for a woman from medieval Japan circa 1590 who had been raised on white rice, boiled mountain vegetables, and salted meats.]
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She wants to bite in, but... How in the world was she supposed to eat this without spilling it all over herself? It's practically spilling out of the bread thing already???]
Do what again?
[She almost misses his comment in her intent observation over how he's holding his donair, only belatedly responding. Was that really the right way? He's getting sauce in his barbaric beard...]
Eat meat together- ?
[She's too hungry, she has to try it. Carefully, Hayame tries to mimic how he holds the food, opening her mouth wide to try and get as large and as clean a bite as she can, and once she does-
Something happens. Her tail jerks straight up in surprise, lashing out in a whip of ink black hair, her eyes dilate, and she just. Stands there, with her cheeks full, too shocked to even finish chewing.
... Maybe donairs are a bit mind-blowing for a woman from medieval Japan circa 1590 who had been raised on white rice, boiled mountain vegetables, and salted meats.]