Quoted By:
>TQ
This fine specimen got up early to go on the hunt for some delicious venison. Because bitches love venison.
He sits over his fire, shirtless, sweaty, hair tied back and watching his meat cook, fresh veggies beside it. He remembered learning from Beni, that weird ninja dude who can cook real well, and he basted the shit out of that finely carved piece of meat.
He knows what he's doing, he is unbothered, moisturized, and in his element.
You eventually find your way to the diamond camp, and he brings you into the main hall where he's told everyone else to literally fuck off and not return, even if dialga himself was shitting on their front lawn.
He sits you down, the smell of man in the air, and brings the dishes over and sits down, staring at you from behind some hair, trying to watch your reaction, eager to please, but internally arguing with himself that he didn't use enough salt.
It's perfect, it's primal, and you lose yourself in the meat. then you lose yourself in other meat right there on the table because holy fuck you found nirvana in this world and never want to leave. no memory is worth sacrificing this moment.
