Post by Gira on Apr 7, 2017 12:12:18 GMT
Gira nodded to Brace when he said essentially what she meant by her "food tasting better with other people" comment. When the Arcosian mentioned that they had dogs on his planet, Gira was a little surprised. She didn't know you could find dogs anywhere outside of Earth. Different breeds too. She couldn't begin to imagine the possibilities.
When Brace stated that he would like to meet her mother some time, Gira laughed. "She'd probably like to meet you too. I distinctly remember her saying she hasn't met an Arcosian in awhile." Gira's stomach growled as the trio walked down the street, ever closer to the stalls. All this talking about food was making her hungry. She was happy that the two liked the idea of hot dogs and ice cream, at least. When the topic of conversation turned to her mask, Gira started to feel a little uncomfortable. Her mother's rules were her mother's rules after all. She would get in big trouble if word got back to her mom that Gira was the Watcher. Still, something nagged at the back of her mind. Something that had been there since she started embracing who she was. She wasn't sure why she did it, but the hybrid reached up and took her mask off. The teen half-Saiyan looked down at it for a second before tucking it in one of the straps on her outfit. "Yeah, you're right. The reason I had for needing this was stupid. Thanks."
About that time, they made it to the food stands. Gira figured they would get hot dogs first. The hybrid walked up to one of the many hot dog stands lining the streets. "Hey! Um, i'll take a dozen, please. With just mustard." The man at the stand seemed surprised at the large order for three people. Little did he know, those dozen hot dogs were all for Gira. Quick as he could, the man put twelve hot dogs on twelve buns and put mustard on each one before handing them all to Gira, who handed back a handful of Zeni. "Thank you!" She walked over to a bench next to the stand with her bounty. "Just tell him how many you want and whether you want ketchup or mustard on them. I prefer mustard myself." Gira took a seat and began eating her food, practically inhaling each hot dog. She seemed quite happy.
Meanwhile, at the hot dog stand, the man running it looked at Brace. "What about you, space man? Want a dog?"
When Brace stated that he would like to meet her mother some time, Gira laughed. "She'd probably like to meet you too. I distinctly remember her saying she hasn't met an Arcosian in awhile." Gira's stomach growled as the trio walked down the street, ever closer to the stalls. All this talking about food was making her hungry. She was happy that the two liked the idea of hot dogs and ice cream, at least. When the topic of conversation turned to her mask, Gira started to feel a little uncomfortable. Her mother's rules were her mother's rules after all. She would get in big trouble if word got back to her mom that Gira was the Watcher. Still, something nagged at the back of her mind. Something that had been there since she started embracing who she was. She wasn't sure why she did it, but the hybrid reached up and took her mask off. The teen half-Saiyan looked down at it for a second before tucking it in one of the straps on her outfit. "Yeah, you're right. The reason I had for needing this was stupid. Thanks."
About that time, they made it to the food stands. Gira figured they would get hot dogs first. The hybrid walked up to one of the many hot dog stands lining the streets. "Hey! Um, i'll take a dozen, please. With just mustard." The man at the stand seemed surprised at the large order for three people. Little did he know, those dozen hot dogs were all for Gira. Quick as he could, the man put twelve hot dogs on twelve buns and put mustard on each one before handing them all to Gira, who handed back a handful of Zeni. "Thank you!" She walked over to a bench next to the stand with her bounty. "Just tell him how many you want and whether you want ketchup or mustard on them. I prefer mustard myself." Gira took a seat and began eating her food, practically inhaling each hot dog. She seemed quite happy.
Meanwhile, at the hot dog stand, the man running it looked at Brace. "What about you, space man? Want a dog?"
