The Trials

As they sat down to eat, the young skunk could feel his mother's gaze fall upon him, the silence of the room only broken by the sound of chopsticks knocking against the porcelain bowls.

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The Unexpected Alien Teilhaber

The hum was a constant, low thrumming vibration that permeated everything at the Academy located within Olympus Mons. It wasn’t unpleasant, more like the heartbeat of the mountain itself – a colossal, hollowed-out volcano housing the most advanced...

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Chapter 8

"gamun," rika said, mimicking eating with a pair of chopsticks. "food?" [what does "food" mean? eating?] "no." "nawath?" "yes! no 'nawath'." [aw, fuck.] "fuck." [fuck?] "yes. fuck." "fuck." "yes! only fuck now. no [fuck.]" gamun sighed.

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Freelancer

Moonsong pokes at her food with her chopsticks, looking dissatisfied, and also a bit uncomfortable. "you really should eat after what you went through earlier dear..." her mother prompts.

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Lykos - Lonely Mountain

The teenager sat at the table shoveling fried rice into his fang filled mouth with a midnight blue set of chopsticks. he barely chewed it up before gulping it down, his eyes half lidded in great relief as bits of pork fell apart across his tongue.

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Wet Cement: Chapter 12-3: Calculus

He fished something off his plate with chopsticks. despite his attempts to conceal it, he looked worried. they ate in silence for only a could of minutes before shave showed up, holding a small stack of papers in place of a tray.

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Kaiju ga Gotoku 2.2 - Chasing Red Wings

The sound of clattering plates filled the air along with the clacking of chopsticks and muffled mumblings from the customers. murata smiled as passive as he could when the chef turned towards him with his three trays.

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Lykos - Lonely Mountain

The teenager sat at the table shoveling fried rice into his fang filled mouth with a midnight blue set of chopsticks. he barely chewed it up before gulping it down, his eyes half lidded in great relief as bits of pork fell apart across his tongue.

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The Man Who Would Not Kneel

Sipping his tea, he slowly eased his large body forward, reaching his chopsticks across the table for a piece of tofu. "i see" he murmured, drawing out a pen. "did he threaten?"

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Chapter 3

He held and invisible plate in front of him and mimicked eating something with chopsticks. "nawath?" he asked. "uh," began rika, still trying to recover from her mild panic.

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Awakening

Tah'lihn hands me what looks like a single chopstick. they grab their bowl and pierce a bit of food, and quickly pop it in their mouth. i grab the bowl from the counter, thanking the cook and doing as tah'lihn does.

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Small Town Love Chapter 2

Kimiko just sighed and did so, setting her chopsticks down and waited impatiently as makoto sat himself down next to their father who was dressed in a nice suit.

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