( Steak, being Steak, sees one very simple solution to the graffiti on his door: removing the whole door. He attempted cleaning, but whatever cleaning products still remain in this half-abandoned city don't do the job well enough.
Thus, the nuclear option.
He's walking down the stairs with the door in hand when he very nearly rams the edge of it into a standing Red Wine, and it's not entirely certain whether Steak intended to do that or not. All that is certain is the derisive huff as he looks at Red Wine's door. )
Nonsense.
( Demon is hardly the word to describe this Food Soul. )
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Thus, the nuclear option.
He's walking down the stairs with the door in hand when he very nearly rams the edge of it into a standing Red Wine, and it's not entirely certain whether Steak intended to do that or not. All that is certain is the derisive huff as he looks at Red Wine's door. )
Nonsense.
( Demon is hardly the word to describe this Food Soul. )
Bastard would be more fitting.