[She's already calculating the most efficient way to cut into the fish, having unilaterally decided that her new acquaintance was better suited for holding it down, already knowing how slimy the dang thing is. So, you know... When he asks which one of them should handle the knife, North just
raises an eyebrow at him
and stares at him like he just declared he's going to try and wrestle a dinosaur all on his own.]
You want to gut the fish? [SLOWLY...
Full offense, but after that little outburst? She doesn't think he can stomach it. Her first impression of him is forever tainted. He is never going to live down the fish eye, despite the fact that it was 100% her fault. Sorry, Prompto.]
no subject
raises an eyebrow at him
and stares at him like he just declared he's going to try and wrestle a dinosaur all on his own.]
You want to gut the fish? [SLOWLY...
Full offense, but after that little outburst? She doesn't think he can stomach it. Her first impression of him is forever tainted. He is never going to live down the fish eye, despite the fact that it was 100% her fault. Sorry, Prompto.]