from being called highness as a formality to prince as a pet name....... it's his turn to be caught off-guard, eyes wide before he then grins brightly. ]
Have you seen the new areas? [ probably. he expects that viktor crawls all over these places before he does, bad leg or no. ] They're... surprisingly nice!
[ COMPARED TO WHAT THEY HAD. carries him off to idk, épcot. we'll see. ] I don't even need to fish in that strange ocean anymore... oh, and you all have an entire marketplace! Do you need some food? A change of clothes?
[ good, i wish nothing but the worst upon you forever and always
the fins on his head flutter a little in response, startled, before he rubs one against viktor's cheek enthusiastically, so much so that he pushes his face around in the process. ]
But I am doing this because I want to hold you?
[ :?
they can go to the market, his speed does not seem impeded at all. ]
The energy today is... different! Have you noticed? [ in a good way... for him, anyway. not for annas. ]
The fluttering finds kind of tickle, so he chuckles and shifts around them until Sidon shoves them on him. Okay, he laughs again, and pushes gently at them with a hand. Stop that. IT TICKLES.]
If you insist then...
[He sounds like he is trying not to scold Sidon for going too far by carting his dead-weight around. BUT HE DOESN'T SAY THIS BECAUSE SIDON WILL JUST GET ON HIM.]
It... is, yes. It feels kind of normal, but I guess it is strange...
[Can these kinds of weeks go away because it's just the two of them doing the most emotional disgusting things back and forth.]
Oh, um... [ALSO DON'T BLINK INNOCENTLY.] Sweet milk. Mm... Ice cream. [That's just sweet milk, you fucking idiot.]
Not soups.
[It gives him too many memories about being ill, about being too sick to eat anything, and so you're forced to eat soup because a) you don't have the energy to make anything for yourself, and b) it's the only thing you can stomach.]
Piltover has a street with food vendors during holidays. I liked trying the food from there. But... I kind of miss some, ah... stranger delicacies from the Undercity.
[He says this like it's embarrassing, but Sidon actually probably would find them totally normal as a Zora.]
[ it's called going out on dates between the horrors ]
Ice cream... I haven't had it, but you have an unexpected sweet tooth, hm?
[ that's cute? even if those two things are the same food as different phases of matter? guy just really likes ice cream. viktor can have a little treat after a lifetime of clear broths and saltine crackers. ]
Oh! I want to try some of the foods from your home! The Undercity!
[ actually considering the atmosphere of the graveyard, undercity foods would probably be more likely to show up here than their 'proper' counterparts. as they arrive to the night market, it looks hopeful, because there's certainly a variety... including uncooked hot dogs. amazing. ]
[Both of his shoulders rise sort of sheepishly at the accusation. LISTEN. He... sort of has a sweet tooth, LISTEN HERE. Ice cream is good.
He sits up a bit straighter in Sidon's hold when they get to the market. Being this high up is amazing? He can see everything. Maybe the only bad part is he can't see under a few of the verandas for certain places.]
We might be able to find something similar maybe? We can look around...
[Ooooo, it smells so good here, wtf. He's so malnourished... Feed him. He taps Sidon with his hand, then points ahead at one of the stalls.]
[ ice cream is good, it's an adorable answer compared to, like, flavorless nutritional paste or whatever it is that stems long to subsist off of. ]
—Did you spot something!?
[ he's steered over to one of the stalls, reluctantly setting viktor on his feet so he can get a better look at its wares, as he cranes down so he can peruse too. being tall means he can see the end of the stalls from the beginning of them, but also that he has to stoop all the time.
[He shifts to make it easier for Sidon to place him back on his feet, a little unsteady for a second, but then he's fine. Eagerly, he shifts up to the edge of the stall and surveys all of the food laid out.
A lot of it looks pretty good? Nothing too weird, though there is an occasional very weird cuisine peppered into the mix, skewered to a stick, or sitting in a foil tub. There's some fried fish jabbed through the gills and through the tail by bamboo, too.]
How about some of this...?
[For Sidon!
Nothing really pings him as close to dank Undercity food, not until something catches the corner of his eye as he glances away. He double-takes.] There's...! [He scrambles down the stall after it.]
anyway, there's really such a variety now that there's other people to write locations besides six nerds in a t-shirt. he's picking out one of the bamboo skewers with a curious little fin ruffle, but—in that amount of time, off he goes. he zoom. ]
—Ah!
[ viktor can be quick when he wants to be, damn? he hurries after him, looking over the new stall. ]
The delicacies of this stall are a little...... of an acquired taste. A chunk of it is raw, some of it is slimy, and one or two are still moving.
He points to a large tub full of golden sauce, and floating inside of it are... blue slugs? worms? No, on closer inspection, they look like slices of bright blue fish meat.]
That. There is only one person who can make it the best in the Undercity.
the way this is truly so much closer to food that he'd be used to eating. he looks on with fascination because this is actually his wheelhouse, brimming with excitement. ]
How lucky that we should find it here!
[ he takes some skewers from a cup to the side, and stabs one, two pieces of fish. the wriggly ones, because anyone who isn't silly enough to be grossed out knows that those would be freshest. he offers one to viktor. ]
A taste of home... I hope it's as good as you remember.
[you forcing the fish to be whole and suffering is making me lose my mind serial killer behavior
He will take one of the skewers, though, smiling wryly. He did not think he would see anything like this here.] A taste of Jericho's cooking. He was a shark, you know. [Sidon would have liked Jericho probably.
He clinks their sticks together gently like it's a toast, and then he turns it so he can bite it with no hesitation and slide it off the stick into his mouth. The blue fish and the golden sauce look absolutely disgusting, but the taste is very good shockingly. Tender and juicy, and the sauce is tangy, like ginger.]
[ wow backtags! can you believe this was all in the same week. anyway, it's fine, the fish are dead...... ]
Like me? [ he looks so unduly excited. the way there's not even another zora that looks like a shark. help. ] I wish I could meet him!
[ they can clink their fish kabobs and enjoy a bite, or in his case basically eat half of the whole thing at once. he only pauses to say something, with a silly, stunned stare. ]
Viktor—this is delicious!? [ it's the closest thing to a taste from home that he's tried. he's reeling. ] I was beginning to doubt I'd ever taste anything good again...
[ he just hasn't complained about it because there's so much worse to deal with than food, but. also, the food sucks. ]
[The corners of his mouth quiver. He covers his mouth because he's hastily trying to swallow the piece of fish he had eaten, but then very suddenly after, he bursts into genuine laughter at Sidon's reaction.
What is Sidon so cute for...]
A lot of people are scared to try it. They think it looks disgusting, or... they're worried it's polluted because it's from the Undercity. But it isn't. It's one of the few things not polluted.
[He is... happy that Sidon is happy? Sidon's enthusiasm makes him smile.]
[ NOOOooo not the laugh!!!! he grins after he's finished his own mouthful, a flash of sharp teeth. ]
Then they're fools for missing out! [ thinking stuff looks gross just because it's Different. bigotry at its most basic. ] I wish I could see your home someday...!
[ maybe he could give the water a good cleaning too. ]
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I--
[Well, okay, he has no choice. This makes him laugh quietly, in that very OH YOU sort of way.]
I see. Where exactly are we going then, my prince?
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from being called highness as a formality to prince as a pet name....... it's his turn to be caught off-guard, eyes wide before he then grins brightly. ]
Have you seen the new areas? [ probably. he expects that viktor crawls all over these places before he does, bad leg or no. ] They're... surprisingly nice!
[ COMPARED TO WHAT THEY HAD. carries him off to idk, épcot. we'll see. ] I don't even need to fish in that strange ocean anymore... oh, and you all have an entire marketplace! Do you need some food? A change of clothes?
[ HAS HE EVEN BEEN SLEEPING ]
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He is thoughtful for a few moments, tipping his head to rest it against Sidon's while he does so.]
I'm glad you don't have to go back into that awful place, Sidon. [THE OCEAN.] Let's go to the market.
[It's true, he has been hobbling around to look at everything, but the market is nice. Food and shopping.]
You don't have to carry me if you don't want.
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the fins on his head flutter a little in response, startled, before he rubs one against viktor's cheek enthusiastically, so much so that he pushes his face around in the process. ]
But I am doing this because I want to hold you?
[ :?
they can go to the market, his speed does not seem impeded at all. ]
The energy today is... different! Have you noticed? [ in a good way... for him, anyway. not for annas. ]
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The fluttering finds kind of tickle, so he chuckles and shifts around them until Sidon shoves them on him. Okay, he laughs again, and pushes gently at them with a hand. Stop that. IT TICKLES.]
If you insist then...
[He sounds like he is trying not to scold Sidon for going too far by carting his dead-weight around. BUT HE DOESN'T SAY THIS BECAUSE SIDON WILL JUST GET ON HIM.]
It... is, yes. It feels kind of normal, but I guess it is strange...
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his fins settle with a little twitch as he finally stops shoving his face at viktor. he blinks innocently in thought, like he did nothing at all. ]
Strange... hm. Yes, maybe so. [ maybe it is a little weird. ] But I don't mind it!
[ he thinks it's nice. fits his wavelength but pushes its amplitude. and it's much less invasive than last week. ]
What should we look for? Oh, like—what kind of foods do you favor, Viktor? Tell me about the things you like!
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Oh, um... [ALSO DON'T BLINK INNOCENTLY.] Sweet milk. Mm... Ice cream. [That's just sweet milk, you fucking idiot.]
Not soups.
[It gives him too many memories about being ill, about being too sick to eat anything, and so you're forced to eat soup because a) you don't have the energy to make anything for yourself, and b) it's the only thing you can stomach.]
Piltover has a street with food vendors during holidays. I liked trying the food from there. But... I kind of miss some, ah... stranger delicacies from the Undercity.
[He says this like it's embarrassing, but Sidon actually probably would find them totally normal as a Zora.]
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Ice cream... I haven't had it, but you have an unexpected sweet tooth, hm?
[ that's cute? even if those two things are the same food as different phases of matter? guy just really likes ice cream. viktor can have a little treat after a lifetime of clear broths and saltine crackers. ]
Oh! I want to try some of the foods from your home! The Undercity!
[ actually considering the atmosphere of the graveyard, undercity foods would probably be more likely to show up here than their 'proper' counterparts. as they arrive to the night market, it looks hopeful, because there's certainly a variety... including uncooked hot dogs. amazing. ]
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He sits up a bit straighter in Sidon's hold when they get to the market. Being this high up is amazing? He can see everything. Maybe the only bad part is he can't see under a few of the verandas for certain places.]
We might be able to find something similar maybe? We can look around...
[Ooooo, it smells so good here, wtf. He's so malnourished... Feed him. He taps Sidon with his hand, then points ahead at one of the stalls.]
Th-That one! Over there!
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—Did you spot something!?
[ he's steered over to one of the stalls, reluctantly setting viktor on his feet so he can get a better look at its wares, as he cranes down so he can peruse too. being tall means he can see the end of the stalls from the beginning of them, but also that he has to stoop all the time.
anyway, describe unto me the cuisine here. ]
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A lot of it looks pretty good? Nothing too weird, though there is an occasional very weird cuisine peppered into the mix, skewered to a stick, or sitting in a foil tub. There's some fried fish jabbed through the gills and through the tail by bamboo, too.]
How about some of this...?
[For Sidon!
Nothing really pings him as close to dank Undercity food, not until something catches the corner of his eye as he glances away. He double-takes.] There's...! [He scrambles down the stall after it.]
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anyway, there's really such a variety now that there's other people to write locations besides six nerds in a t-shirt. he's picking out one of the bamboo skewers with a curious little fin ruffle, but—in that amount of time, off he goes. he zoom. ]
—Ah!
[ viktor can be quick when he wants to be, damn? he hurries after him, looking over the new stall. ]
What is it...?
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The delicacies of this stall are a little...... of an acquired taste. A chunk of it is raw, some of it is slimy, and one or two are still moving.
He points to a large tub full of golden sauce, and floating inside of it are... blue slugs? worms? No, on closer inspection, they look like slices of bright blue fish meat.]
That. There is only one person who can make it the best in the Undercity.
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the way this is truly so much closer to food that he'd be used to eating. he looks on with fascination because this is actually his wheelhouse, brimming with excitement. ]
How lucky that we should find it here!
[ he takes some skewers from a cup to the side, and stabs one, two pieces of fish. the wriggly ones, because anyone who isn't silly enough to be grossed out knows that those would be freshest. he offers one to viktor. ]
A taste of home... I hope it's as good as you remember.
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He will take one of the skewers, though, smiling wryly. He did not think he would see anything like this here.] A taste of Jericho's cooking. He was a shark, you know. [Sidon would have liked Jericho probably.
He clinks their sticks together gently like it's a toast, and then he turns it so he can bite it with no hesitation and slide it off the stick into his mouth. The blue fish and the golden sauce look absolutely disgusting, but the taste is very good shockingly. Tender and juicy, and the sauce is tangy, like ginger.]
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Like me? [ he looks so unduly excited. the way there's not even another zora that looks like a shark. help. ] I wish I could meet him!
[ they can clink their fish kabobs and enjoy a bite, or in his case basically eat half of the whole thing at once. he only pauses to say something, with a silly, stunned stare. ]
Viktor—this is delicious!? [ it's the closest thing to a taste from home that he's tried. he's reeling. ] I was beginning to doubt I'd ever taste anything good again...
[ he just hasn't complained about it because there's so much worse to deal with than food, but. also, the food sucks. ]
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[The corners of his mouth quiver. He covers his mouth because he's hastily trying to swallow the piece of fish he had eaten, but then very suddenly after, he bursts into genuine laughter at Sidon's reaction.
What is Sidon so cute for...]
A lot of people are scared to try it. They think it looks disgusting, or... they're worried it's polluted because it's from the Undercity. But it isn't. It's one of the few things not polluted.
[He is... happy that Sidon is happy? Sidon's enthusiasm makes him smile.]
I'm glad you like it.
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Then they're fools for missing out! [ thinking stuff looks gross just because it's Different. bigotry at its most basic. ] I wish I could see your home someday...!
[ maybe he could give the water a good cleaning too. ]