Lars
he / him / his
thirty-two
july 26
Sootopolis, Hoenn
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
aura sammich ft. saltbae [gym]
POSTED ON Jan 26, 2023 16:43:25 GMT
Yes, the Lucario was there for moral support—and for another reason. Should Andrea look over to where Alpha was still facepalming while watching this travesty unfold, there was only one guess as to whomst would be accompanying him when they consumed this… this thing he was making. Well, the lettuce looked… somewhat okay at least? “Thanks, Lyn,” he said quietly as he picked up a particularly… neat-looking piece and layered it on top of the tomatoes. Now, the next problem was… where was the cheese the bacon slices? Did he have to fry it?! Or could he use some sliced ham instead? (But then again that wouldn’t be a BLT would it, if it had ham in it?!) He was about to stay there, paralyzed on the table when this time, the Lucario realized that Lars was already in the premature stages of a mcfucking meltdown. Hoping to save the situation, the Lucario approached the table, saw where the bacon was located and this time grabbed it with his paws and walked over, before proceeding to bonk Lars upside the head. “Ow! What the f—hey, Alph, what the fuck was that for?!” he exclaimed, looking over at the Lucario who then gave him an extremely pointed eye roll. Before he could step in any further, though, the Gallade was at it again, chopping up the bacon on the plate with as much care as he could. (Well, if he was being honest it was with as much finesse as those blade-arms could do without slicing up the entire table.) h1bI|qSM +10
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