[ choso seems happy to follow suit, taking Bakugo’s snacktime as a cue to engage in his own chow down. for a moment, choso is deafened by the Crunch and grind of the breading between his molars, delightfully distracted by the flavour of the cheese squeezing free of its crispy prison.
like this, eyes mostly closed in the bliss of eating and breaded stick pinched with care, choso looks all the world like an overgrown guinea pig, hair tufts all awry. ]
Thish ish sho good. Why has no one thought to fry cheeshe in Tokyo? Shquid but not cheeshe? Why?
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like this, eyes mostly closed in the bliss of eating and breaded stick pinched with care, choso looks all the world like an overgrown guinea pig, hair tufts all awry. ]
Thish ish sho good. Why has no one thought to fry cheeshe in Tokyo? Shquid but not cheeshe? Why?