[ EMPATHY - He understands well what it means to clean up after a major situation. Long nights, no respect. ]
Not that he had much to say. Spoke more in *symbols* than words.
[ There's a name to them that he doesn't recall in the moment. An expression of emotion through text. He likes it, though best conveyed when partnered with words. ]
Well Kim, it's a shame but this is just the way it is for communists. [ Another joke? Even he's not sure! ] C'mon, lets eat. Any thoughts on grub?
[ Kim hesitates for a moment as he considers whether or not he wants to correct Harry on the Daitengu's pronouns. On one hand, he knows it's objectively the correct thing to do. On the other, that would mean explaining gender to a man whose mind was recently blown by the concept of homosexuality.
Whatever, Kim decides. He's not sure if it's a means of genuine gender expression or an extension of their anonymity, and besides, they're dead now. ]
I don't think they were a communist. I think you decided that one. [ And as for food -- the eating here is incredible, but Kim's tiring of the single cuisine that dominates the city. ] I believe there's a diner around the block. Western-style, they call it. [ Whatever that means. What Kim does know is that their food is at least vaguely familiar. ] It's cheap too, so let's go see if they're even still open after all this.
[ With that, he leads the way to a shabby little diner around the corner, serving a variety of your run-of-the-mill burgers, soups and sandwiches as well as some creatively interpreted American cuisine, owned and run by a thankfully human-looking yokai. It's probably unkind of him to defer to businesses where the shopowners are recognizably human, but there's nothing like watching your waitress' neck suddenly stretch and travel around the entire restaurant to make you lose your appetite. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2022-05-03 12:27 am (UTC)Not that he had much to say. Spoke more in *symbols* than words.
[ There's a name to them that he doesn't recall in the moment. An expression of emotion through text. He likes it, though best conveyed when partnered with words. ]
Well Kim, it's a shame but this is just the way it is for communists. [ Another joke? Even he's not sure! ] C'mon, lets eat. Any thoughts on grub?
no subject
Date: 2022-05-06 02:47 am (UTC)Whatever, Kim decides. He's not sure if it's a means of genuine gender expression or an extension of their anonymity, and besides, they're dead now. ]
I don't think they were a communist. I think you decided that one. [ And as for food -- the eating here is incredible, but Kim's tiring of the single cuisine that dominates the city. ] I believe there's a diner around the block. Western-style, they call it. [ Whatever that means. What Kim does know is that their food is at least vaguely familiar. ] It's cheap too, so let's go see if they're even still open after all this.
[ With that, he leads the way to a shabby little diner around the corner, serving a variety of your run-of-the-mill burgers, soups and sandwiches as well as some creatively interpreted American cuisine, owned and run by a thankfully human-looking yokai. It's probably unkind of him to defer to businesses where the shopowners are recognizably human, but there's nothing like watching your waitress' neck suddenly stretch and travel around the entire restaurant to make you lose your appetite. ]