class fight / eating contest

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    ❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN ❞ Since he was not the most creative of individuals, Dimitri decided to go with what Ver had suggested. He would host an eating contest. It had taken him a little more than a day, and the help of a few NPCs, but within that time frame, he set up a table of food, mostly freshkill, and a banner. Scrawled on the banner were the words 'Eating Contest'. It was plain, written with blue ink, but it was enough to garner some attention. Even as he had been setting it up people had given him looks of curiosity and confusion. He had merely offered a tiny smile before scurrying along to find something else to do.


    After things had been set up, and thanks had been given out to those who aided him, he stood atop a stool so that he could gather his fellow Solarians around him. "Everyone, I have set up an eating contest. What I have for you today is simply freshkill, and all you have to do is eat as much as possible. Good luck," Dimi said plainly, waving to the piles of prey left on the table. He hoped he had set up enough piles of food. He hadn't known how much interest he would garner. With a gentle flick of his tail, he sat back on the stool, watching over those who were beginning to eat.


    so there will be a winner to this! first to three posts, not in a row (so wait for someone else to post before you do again) will win an art piece from me! good luck! <3

    Stoic eyes hold very, very slight surprise. After all, His Highness? Hosting an eating contest? How interesting. She stared at the table, noticing the sign, and blinking at Dimitri. Half of her wanted to participate, but, acting like a swine in front of the boar prince? No way.


    I think this would be fun, Balam. The spirit says, grinning and all, pointing at the cream-colored cat.


    In front of His Highness? Did dying make you crazy? Byleth asks, gaze flickering to the spirit.


    You may as well. He went through the effort of putting this all together. Sothis replies with a shrug, smirking a bit.


    A scoff, rolling of eyes in annoyance was what she showed. Still, she walked past the tables, and then stares at Dimitri again. "What are the rules, Your Highness?" She asks, tilting her head.


    ♚ ･ﾟ: I’LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN — TAGS