Immortal Cyan
The Cyan Neko
Wardroom
All throughout the display, Sassa’s eyes stayed locked onto Zoe as the elf chewed her way through the spicy tacos with a series of satisfying crunches. In contrast, Sassa only took a few small and demure bites out of her own mildly flavored tacos as she watched the taller woman eat. Although the elf’s bravura in eating an abundance of the spicy-flavored food did not inspire Sassa to strengthen the flavor of her own tacos with added spice, the display only further endeared Zoeichi to the diminutive Nekovalkyrja. To show her support, Sassa periodically dabbed a few tears away from the corner of Zoe’s eyes with a napkin and gently massaged the elf’s toned and trained biceps.
Ever the anticipatory friend, Sassa left the table and floated to the galley to pour a glass of milk for Zoeichi. She returned just as quickly as she had left, with a glass nearly brimming with skim milk in hand.
“You seem to be thoroughly enjoying this.” Sassa said, as she gently massaged Zoe’s shoulders and set the glass of milk down on the table. “Have you ever considered entering a chili eating contest? I think you would do quite well.” She asked in a demure and admiring tone.
All throughout the display, Sassa’s eyes stayed locked onto Zoe as the elf chewed her way through the spicy tacos with a series of satisfying crunches. In contrast, Sassa only took a few small and demure bites out of her own mildly flavored tacos as she watched the taller woman eat. Although the elf’s bravura in eating an abundance of the spicy-flavored food did not inspire Sassa to strengthen the flavor of her own tacos with added spice, the display only further endeared Zoeichi to the diminutive Nekovalkyrja. To show her support, Sassa periodically dabbed a few tears away from the corner of Zoe’s eyes with a napkin and gently massaged the elf’s toned and trained biceps.
Ever the anticipatory friend, Sassa left the table and floated to the galley to pour a glass of milk for Zoeichi. She returned just as quickly as she had left, with a glass nearly brimming with skim milk in hand.
“You seem to be thoroughly enjoying this.” Sassa said, as she gently massaged Zoe’s shoulders and set the glass of milk down on the table. “Have you ever considered entering a chili eating contest? I think you would do quite well.” She asked in a demure and admiring tone.