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catello casimiro
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twenty-four
june 20th
Mauville City
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rocket member
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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giona ferrara
 As tired as it was, it stuck for a reason. Blasting off again. There's resilience in that. Something to aspire to. Nonetheless, her attempt to breach new ground was admirable, and laughing may have been a bit too much. He gestured to her with a hand held close to his chest, promising if nothing else a reprieve from the sun glaring at the two of them. He pulled down the sleeves of his jumpsuit, tying them around his waist as he slid over the counter like a detective over a car. Giona went through the walk-in freezer, pulling out a vacuum-sealed pouch of de-veined Octillery arms. Despite sitting in here for quite some time, they maintained their crimson hue. He picked two arms from the pouch of eight, and walked back to the kitchen area.
Setting up, he got out a plate on the counter closest to her. He dug out a frying pan, and splashed it with an olive oil of some sort. He then stood aside at a counter next to the stove, setting down a cutting board and chopping up tamato-berries, as well as lemons. The lemons went right on the plate, the berries went onto the pan and he flipped the burner on. They lost water held in their fibers, sure, but in exchange the fruit gained a nice savory flavor, and even the bronze markings on their skins that anything would have if sauteed. He got a spoon out from a wide keg of tools, just to flip em around, and eventually slide the berries onto the plate without getting all the oil on there.
Next, he set the crimson octopus arms down, and started chopping up a number of onions, as well as onion-adjacent vegetables like scallions and chives. He tossed these vegetables in with the arms, as the searing heat took moisture from the meat. He tossed the arms in the pan, trying to evenly sear the skin as its hue turned bronze, not unlike the fruit already on the plate. The octopus arms curled up and shrank slightly. They'd have a texture even leaner than some cuts of chicken, but ultimately just muscle, ruled by the flavors of the vegetables it was frying with.
He then dumped the entire contents of the frying pan onto the wide, flat plate. Giona ran to the pantry area that took up a wall of the kitchen, fetching a thimble, just the smallest amount, of a hard powder that blurred the line between cheese and salt. He then put the used dishes in the sink and poured a fragrant degreaser over them, and let water fill them.
He set the thimble of cheese (?) on the plate, and brought the plate out to a booth near the door, trying to get the little bit of ambient sunlight to hit the plate. Giona sat down across from the plate set out for her, and steepled his fingers. "There isn't much fat in the meat of that animal, so it's even more important to steep it in the flavor of whatever fruits and vegetables you have on hand."
TL;DR: italian finger kiss emoji. also, experimenting with a font color that may be easier on the eyes, but still technically purple. |
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