[ Shino practically breathes out, eyes widened so he can better watch with avid interest as the chef finishes setting up. He licks his lips without thinking about it when the first ingredient is tossed on the grill, followed by its particular pairing. All this being done right there is like sitting in the kitchen with whomever's cooking for the night, only not at the same time. Both somewhat familiar and starkly different.
The utensils, at least, are sensible. ]
I'd never seen a city until the last few months, and now this make that city look like my village in comparison. Everything's so loud, it smells, it's filled with lights even brighter than the Imperial Capitol, and there are laws I know nothing about that still exist. Does anyone tell us what those are?
[ The unwritten and written rules for living here. Most laws were ones he didn't know the exact wording of back home, but he had a cultural context for things, and he could figure out from that what was going on even if he lacked specifics. Here... he's not even supposed to cross roads except in designated places.
Those thoughts aren't as pressing as the wonderful smells cooking up on the grill, and as the chef serves them up their starter, Shino is... looking down at their hands before picking up his chopsticks with his left hand. He's not elegant with it, but he has a good hold, and he does manage to feed himself one handed that way.
After dropping things three times.
It's a learning curve, okay?
Once he has that in mouth and chewing, he makes a noise of pure bliss. Not that he speaks until he's swallowed, and even then it's crowing about how wonderful it is. ]
This is so good! Don't tell me the rest is going to be even better?
[ Bright, excited eyes again, as if he's setting so many of the things he has no power over down in order to fully engage in this moment with a meal: something that he can fully enjoy and be fully present for. ]
city destruction by robot is a valid horror
[ Shino practically breathes out, eyes widened so he can better watch with avid interest as the chef finishes setting up. He licks his lips without thinking about it when the first ingredient is tossed on the grill, followed by its particular pairing. All this being done right there is like sitting in the kitchen with whomever's cooking for the night, only not at the same time. Both somewhat familiar and starkly different.
The utensils, at least, are sensible. ]
I'd never seen a city until the last few months, and now this make that city look like my village in comparison. Everything's so loud, it smells, it's filled with lights even brighter than the Imperial Capitol, and there are laws I know nothing about that still exist. Does anyone tell us what those are?
[ The unwritten and written rules for living here. Most laws were ones he didn't know the exact wording of back home, but he had a cultural context for things, and he could figure out from that what was going on even if he lacked specifics. Here... he's not even supposed to cross roads except in designated places.
Those thoughts aren't as pressing as the wonderful smells cooking up on the grill, and as the chef serves them up their starter, Shino is... looking down at their hands before picking up his chopsticks with his left hand. He's not elegant with it, but he has a good hold, and he does manage to feed himself one handed that way.
After dropping things three times.
It's a learning curve, okay?
Once he has that in mouth and chewing, he makes a noise of pure bliss. Not that he speaks until he's swallowed, and even then it's crowing about how wonderful it is. ]
This is so good! Don't tell me the rest is going to be even better?
[ Bright, excited eyes again, as if he's setting so many of the things he has no power over down in order to fully engage in this moment with a meal: something that he can fully enjoy and be fully present for. ]