- Your kalon decides to sample some of the local cuisine!
prompt 10: What is their favorite island treat and why?
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11pm. about that time when, if you had dinner at seven, you’re just about starting
to get hungry again.
ruka puts their feet up, leans into the chair in their room. they ache all over, their
twig of a body having moved more in the last few weeks than it was rightfully able
to. they’re comfy. they’re warm. they’re even feeling sorta sleepy, despite their
usual bed time being something like four in the morning.
their stomach growls. loudly. like, if the whale watching guy was around, he’d look
outside to see what was making that noise. truth be told, ruka didn’t have dinner at
seven. they didn’t have dinner at all. they groan, stand up with a wobble to their
step, kick their sandals on. grab a light hoodie.
“atashi,” they start, and their own voice almost startles them in their tired state,
“i’m going out for some food. wanna come?”
oh, atashi, sharing a room with ruka. because even if ruka’s cousin could afford half
the rooms on the ship, he couldn’t magically free one up, so it was hey! you can
share a room with ruka when we find them! not that ruka had agreed to this,
because they didn’t even know anyone else was coming, but. atashi was a nice
roommate to have.
“you’re leaving the ship?” atashi gathers this from the hoodie.
“yea, i want something from a place on the island.”
“i’ll come,” atashi answers, and slips on a pair of flipflops— no jacket, because they
were hardly ever cold. or hot. or in general uncomfortable at all, at least visibly.
but it’s definitely cold out, regardless of whether atashi thought so. the sea breeze
in the sun was poseidon’s blessing upon the beach, and the sea breeze at night his
curse. ruka is freezing. they could have changed into pants, but man. the effort that
would have taken. obviously wearing shorts and having icicles for legs was the better
option.
the island restaurant they arrive at is small, more of a stand than anything. noticeable
though for still being open at this time at night, whereas many had closed hours ago.
atashi sits down as ruka orders, and when they too sit down they have a tray piled
with fries and—
“chicken nuggets?”
“gotta have nuggies, my good pal,” ruka speaks through a mouth already stuffed with
food. “this place is basically island mcdonalds.” they push the tray towards atashi in a
quiet offer. atashi makes do with the fries.
all the food available to them. shrimp, crab, grilled vegetables, pasta, basically any
number of fancy dishes even being limited in which places were actually open. and ruka
gets. island mcdonalds. but it makes sense, really. they’re a fast food kind of person.
fast, loaded with sodium, the works.
“that, and,
i’m super broke.”
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