[ An interesting theory, but Mizuki isn’t sure he understands the thought behind putting it in his ingredient list if it’s not a proper ingredient. He shakes his head, though, removing his break sign and putting a cutting board on the counter along with a chef’s knife. He’s done this many times before, and admittedly there are a lot of people weirded out by it. He doesn’t understand that mindset, though. It’s good food, people enjoyed it, so why get grossed out?
But, to demonstrate, he puts one of his goopy, black tendrils on the cutting board, with a color that’s more akin to car oil, and a faint shimmering that almost looked like stars. It’d be pretty if there wasn’t something inherently unsettling about it. It’s only a second later that he brings the knife down and severs it without even flinching. He holds it up afterwards. ]
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But, to demonstrate, he puts one of his goopy, black tendrils on the cutting board, with a color that’s more akin to car oil, and a faint shimmering that almost looked like stars. It’d be pretty if there wasn’t something inherently unsettling about it. It’s only a second later that he brings the knife down and severs it without even flinching. He holds it up afterwards. ]
No, like this.