[Nero grabs himself a fork and digs right into his meal. Without a second hand, he just skewers the piece of meat on said fork and bites in.
The face he makes isn't exactly one eluding to a job well down. After all, he just cooked raw chicken in a microwave. Not only was it bland and tasteless, but it had the consistency of jerky and was pipping hot.]
...Ugh. [He bites off a chunk and looks down at his "meal", lamenting over the fact that maybe he should have paid attention to how his adoptive-mother cooked now and then.
But Nero was stubborn, and Pyrrha kept looking over at him, so he just toughed it out and pretended it didn't bother him while he made sure to refuse eye contact.]
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The face he makes isn't exactly one eluding to a job well down. After all, he just cooked raw chicken in a microwave. Not only was it bland and tasteless, but it had the consistency of jerky and was pipping hot.]
...Ugh. [He bites off a chunk and looks down at his "meal", lamenting over the fact that maybe he should have paid attention to how his adoptive-mother cooked now and then.
But Nero was stubborn, and Pyrrha kept looking over at him, so he just toughed it out and pretended it didn't bother him while he made sure to refuse eye contact.]