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[golden_hawke]

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This was not your tea, was it, Unohana.



-=makes a face as if something odd slipped over his tongue.=-

How do I make...

These things... I have odd tastes, and I know I cannot taste these things here.






[[He took the blue draught. Welcome Gustatory Synesthesia]]

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[bunny_flower]

... It might not have been, Hawke-san.

[golden_hawke]

-=Another odd look on his face as he works his jaw=-

There is something different happening?

[bunny_flower]

Well, there was a message from the Animus.

[golden_hawke]

Mm. -=that explains a lot.=-


I will taste things then, until it is over. -=he hopes that that's all he'll experience. He's still not quite over the Angel attack.=-

[bunny_flower]

Taste, Hawke-san ?

[golden_hawke]

Sounds leave a taste in my mouth. On my tongue. -=looks saddened for a moment.=-

They are tastes from the Mountain.

[bunny_flower]

That must be nostalgic.

[golden_hawke]

Khii?

-=his eyes widen, and then a small, mournful sound comes from his throat.=-

I do not know that word.

[bunny_flower]

It measn that you feel sadness mixed with pleasure and affection when thinking about happy times in the past, Hawke-san.

[golden_hawke]

Yes. I feel that very much.

[bunny_flower]

It must be difficult, and I am afraid I cannot do much to help.

((OOC : also, Mustang is a big pervert.))

[golden_hawke]

I know.



[[HUUUUUUUUGE pervert]]

[bunny_flower]

Still if there is anything, you knwo where to find me.