In this? Well, there was a type of pepper that Alphen had introduced me to. I couldn't find it again, nor the powder I had used during the cooking tournament. I didn't realize they were the sort to be in short supply, or I would have purchased more... As for the vegetables, I got these at the market instead of foraging for my own.
There's a difference between liking spicy food and whatever that was.
[And he wasn't really making a connection between what Lloyd told him about Colette and that. The cooking contest was before Flynn's transformation anyway. But now that he's thinking about it...]
This wasn't why I was asking, but how are you feeling after the mask thing? Anything different?
[It feels a little dismissive to say that they can't possibly be that bad when he hasn't even seen them, especially when Flynn is so obviously uncomfortable, so he doesn't.]
[Flynn exhales quietly, and begins to unbutton his shirt, staring down hard at each button he undoes to avoid looking at Yuri.]
They don't hurt anymore, at least, but... They haven't changed at all either. I have some concerns they won't be going away.
[His shirt undone now, he slides both arms out of his sleeves carefully, worried it'll tear if he moves too fast. Both arms, from shoulder to just above the wrist have a layer of metal along the outer arm, scale-like in the way plate armor consists of pieces as well. A strange fusion of metal and organic material, fused to his skin. What once was swelling and redness around the edges of where skin and metal meet, now has grown accustomed to the new addition.
Flynn looks away from it as he holds his arm out to Yuri.]
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Who taught you to forage for the plants here?
[Please say someone taught you...]
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[He isn't trying to kill anyone.]
I think I've been fairly successful in the past, it just seemed to be bad timing on my behalf this time.
[He picks up another spoonful of food but then thinks better of eating it.]
I should really stop, this is meant to be yours.
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[What he means, but isn't quite saying, is that it means more to split a birthday dinner Flynn made. A little sappy. But down to the real mystery—]
Did you like Alphen's food at that competition?
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Of course. He had the best item there, in my opinion. Although Law's burgers were rather good too. I should show you that one, I think you'd like it.
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Flynn, how the hell didn't Alphen's food kill you?
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[Admittedly, it's a frustratingly cute face.]
You cried a little?
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[He did.]
Yes. It's a natural reaction to something so spicy.
[He was full on ugly tears, with snot running.]
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[Hmm. Concerning. Yuri reaches out to pinch Flynn's arm.]
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[He pinches back, retaliatory!]
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[He lets out an offended little huff.]
I was making sure.
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Where would you get that sort of idea? You've seen me in pain before!
[A few times, really.]
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Quit it! Look, if you think Alphen's food only hurt "a little", what am I supposed to think?
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Don't jump right to 'can't feel pain' to start! I just happen to like spicy food. Did someone put an idea like that into your head?
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[And he wasn't really making a connection between what Lloyd told him about Colette and that. The cooking contest was before Flynn's transformation anyway. But now that he's thinking about it...]
This wasn't why I was asking, but how are you feeling after the mask thing? Anything different?
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They were scotch bonnets.
[And for how he's feeling, he goes quiet again.]
The scales haven't gone away yet, if that's what you mean.
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Can I see?
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If you're certain you want to. They aren't nice to look at.
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I want to.
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They don't hurt anymore, at least, but... They haven't changed at all either. I have some concerns they won't be going away.
[His shirt undone now, he slides both arms out of his sleeves carefully, worried it'll tear if he moves too fast. Both arms, from shoulder to just above the wrist have a layer of metal along the outer arm, scale-like in the way plate armor consists of pieces as well. A strange fusion of metal and organic material, fused to his skin. What once was swelling and redness around the edges of where skin and metal meet, now has grown accustomed to the new addition.
Flynn looks away from it as he holds his arm out to Yuri.]
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