[Hector gives the rest of his body a perfunctory scrub to wash away the last of the blood, sweat, and come. He dunks under one more time, combing his fingers through his hair to undo the worst of the tangles before he swims back to shore.]
Gods, I would go to Hell itself for a good Greek cheese right now. You can’t tease me with Greek cuisine if we’re not going. It’s been far too long.
[He spent a few years in that area and living off of the simple Romanian peasants fare after that has been a trial.
And great, now he is cold and starving. He uses his shirt as a towel and dries himself quickly. It’s never graceful to shimmy into his leather pants while he’s still damp, but he does it.
He sprawls beside Isaac, barefoot and bare chested.]
Is there anything else you want to sample?
[A food tour is as good of a starting point as any for their travels.]
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Gods, I would go to Hell itself for a good Greek cheese right now. You can’t tease me with Greek cuisine if we’re not going. It’s been far too long.
[He spent a few years in that area and living off of the simple Romanian peasants fare after that has been a trial.
And great, now he is cold and starving. He uses his shirt as a towel and dries himself quickly. It’s never graceful to shimmy into his leather pants while he’s still damp, but he does it.
He sprawls beside Isaac, barefoot and bare chested.]
Is there anything else you want to sample?
[A food tour is as good of a starting point as any for their travels.]