That hadn't worked at all. While exploring was all well and good, they hadn't managed to encounter any monsters... again. Roland wasn't as hungry as he could have been, but not having any food at all was starting to get a bit tiring. Gorging once every few nights was as unhealthy for demons as it was for normal people; he wanted a steadier stream of meat, something to keep the pangs away as much as possible.
But that wasn't in the cards, much to his chagrin. So instead he quietly accepted the clothes- camouflage pants and a black shirt, refreshingly similar to what he'd had to wear back in his own world- and his breakfast bag before choosing a seat near the middle and sitting down. He had his journal with him, but at the moment, he couldn't really think of what to write. Instead, his thoughts drifted to Argilla, and that she'd accepted his offer for what was, in normal society, a 'date' of sorts...
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That hadn't worked at all. While exploring was all well and good, they hadn't managed to encounter any monsters... again. Roland wasn't as hungry as he could have been, but not having any food at all was starting to get a bit tiring. Gorging once every few nights was as unhealthy for demons as it was for normal people; he wanted a steadier stream of meat, something to keep the pangs away as much as possible.
But that wasn't in the cards, much to his chagrin. So instead he quietly accepted the clothes- camouflage pants and a black shirt, refreshingly similar to what he'd had to wear back in his own world- and his breakfast bag before choosing a seat near the middle and sitting down. He had his journal with him, but at the moment, he couldn't really think of what to write. Instead, his thoughts drifted to Argilla, and that she'd accepted his offer for what was, in normal society, a 'date' of sorts...