ok so i was eating a small snack, and to me its very niche to a certain demographic as i know that not a lot of people know or had it. so basically its cucumbers w lime salt and tajín, i grew up eating this weekly its so yummy ugh.
and i was thinking, what if, at base, ghost encounters someone w niche tastes in foods? or like weird mixtures of foods (like sour cream and rice, yummyyyy) or simply foods outside of his own culture???
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like, what if he’s up late at the dark hours past 12 seeking out to satiate his sleep by eating. A habit picked up from Johnny after spending nights on long missions together.
What if he encounters a fellow midnight snacker one night sitting by yourself lazily shoving pieces of cut up cucumbers in your mouth, your eyes closed and head on the palm of your hand to keep you from slamming your head on the table.
He’s surprised when you extend your arm with the bowl in hand, a silent offer. Inspecting it he realizes the cucumbers are mixed with some powder and water????
“Try it…” The silence is broken by the you, making Simon’s eyes to snap in the direction of your face that is still on the palm of your hand. You shake the extended arm impatiently, grunting as the muscles of your arm begin to flex with pain.
Ghost simply observes before picking a single fruit and placing it in his mouth. Immediately, the nerves of his jaw squeeze in on themselves as the sour taste punches him before he can register just how cold the fruit is.
He gently massages the muscles of his jaw, registering the tastes of the fruit. He contemplates on the textures, the crunchy fruit and the small pieces of spices floating in his mouth, the many flavors mingling with his saliva.
His eyes dilate with satisfaction, though with his awkward state of awareness, and lack of sleep, he restrains from asking for more and instead simply stands there (🧍🏻♂️) awaiting for more offerings.
And so his presence, his shadow looming over you, along with the lack of shifting brings the person to pull your head up, opening your eyes to take over the state of your Lieutenant.
Understanding him without speaking, you set the fork down and push the bowl so it sits between the both of you.
A shared bowl of fruit.
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And the following day Simon is met with a small bottle and a small blue sticky-note attached to it on his desk.
" This is tajin. Ta-hee-n.
Enjoy :D "
And so the weeks go by and it turns into a weekly habit, of leaving various foods, and eventually drinks, on Lieutenant Riley’s desk for him to try followed with questions on his opinions and satisfaction.
an weekly occurrence that begins to excite simon, who fights the thoughts and feelings of wanting to make the occurrences daily. to later only use food as an excuse to speak to you.
A/N: i just love sharing parts of my culture w people who maybe have never encountered or tried parts of it!!! i think ghost would be very open to anything and everything tbh mans loves food
also this is written very late so sorry for any grammar mistakes :)
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The sun rises again ☀️
Happy Winter Solstice, everyone! I wanted to draw Huitzilopochtli for the ocassion, and cause is Panquetzalitztli too! I hope you like
PD. The Hummingbird helmet was based in Mexican violetear (Colibri Thalassinus). I think it suits him properly
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