Wha- No! [ He sounds incredulous, and lets out a little whine. ] I couldn't even lift an oven, you-
[ Rutile doesn't cook. Because Rutile doesn't eat. Because Rutile is a rock. There's a flash of admittedly embarrassed recognition on Hunk's face. ] It, uh... it depends on how you read it. [ A beat. ]
If you wanna read it like a fight, then there's moons blowing up and cannons and swords and explosions and adrenaline, wait do you even have adrenaline? Do you know what adrenaline is? [ But a moment's pause. ] Doesn't matter.
If you read it about cooking, then the moons are eggs, the blackness is a pan, the sword is your utensil of choice, the cannon shoots spices and veggies, and... it's breakfast. Do- Do you know what breakfast is? Do you even eat?! [ And he just stares at them, a little dumbfounded and hoping he's just making a fool of himself. Because Rutile is cool, this is just a lot to explain... ]
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[ Rutile doesn't cook. Because Rutile doesn't eat. Because Rutile is a rock. There's a flash of admittedly embarrassed recognition on Hunk's face. ] It, uh... it depends on how you read it. [ A beat. ]
If you wanna read it like a fight, then there's moons blowing up and cannons and swords and explosions and adrenaline, wait do you even have adrenaline? Do you know what adrenaline is? [ But a moment's pause. ] Doesn't matter.
If you read it about cooking, then the moons are eggs, the blackness is a pan, the sword is your utensil of choice, the cannon shoots spices and veggies, and... it's breakfast. Do- Do you know what breakfast is? Do you even eat?! [ And he just stares at them, a little dumbfounded and hoping he's just making a fool of himself. Because Rutile is cool, this is just a lot to explain... ]