Bison on a chest! [Gus's Galaxicon #2; also a Work Thread]

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Gus sat down with the restaurant chef. The dining hall glistened with the shining decorations, all reflecting the lights from the grandeous chandeliers like prisms across the marble walls. The hall was full of people, yet at the same time awfully quiet, as Gustav took the fork and knife to slice into the tender bison meat laid before him. An audible gasp reverberated through the hall...

before the trained move of the wrist revealed the reddened flesh within. Gustav looked at the chef and grinned. The chef fell silent.

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It was simple enough. It was no time of the calendar year to dwell on small imperfections. The most Gus did was hand out some advice. The reviews he presented varied only slightly up and down from a solid 4/5. There was no need.
He could crush them at any other time of the year. Right now, everyone was supposed to be happy, no grief allowed, oh nono~
To be perfectly honest, even he felt a bit liberated without the pressure of the desperate stares begging to avoid the imminent fist upon their food empire, despite him never really having been bothered by it in the first place. Taking things as they were-reality, sometimes all too indistinct from dreams, was the best way to go about performing one's duties. Gus never grew too connected. It was because he didn't need to, nor did his demeanor allow it. His nature was as such, and therefore company was not one of his necessities. Love neither.

The air was heavy for some reason. A remnant of the final Jump, as it seemed. Gus still wore the Galaxicon hat, tilting it forwards a bit without a word. He trailed towards the next restaurant in line. Everyone seemed to be wanting an eye over the quality of their bison meat. An old man like him could hardly keep up.
A grin formed on his face as he shook the chef's hand. Or well...the chef's pincer.
"Oh-ho." Blood trickled from his palm, thick and as gluttonous as him, drooping slowly to the floor as he clenched the fist. He ran it across his beard, shaving it red in several trails, proceeding to offer it once more to the chef in question.

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The ambulace came quick. The esteemed food critic's fingers have been taken care of. The chef at the restaurant was nowhere to be found. What the people at that place have been served was far from a regular bison. It was a filled bison. Filled with the delicate meat of what appeared to be an insectoid creature. It was delicious, to be perfectly honest. Gustav gave the restaurant a 5/5. They deserved it.
The chef deserved it as well. The others in the kitchen were glad to prepare the meal when Gus proposed the idea. Turns out the chef actually was meant to be a part of the meal anyways. Some traditional burial of their people or something. Their restaurant already got a new chef. That one would also one day become its own famed creation. However, the Galaxicon spirit would surely live on in their memory. This would be a holiday they'd not forget as easily...

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"It's fine. I can still work." Gus raised the bandaged hand up as a sign of reassurance to the medics. They clicked and clacked with their long tongues for a moment before nodding him away. The demon did naught but lower the sleeves on his robes. They fell over the hands. "Well my left hand still works." Gus gave a laugh as they turned, waving after them. One of the concierges from the last restaurant waited for him with a ready car.
Before he knew it, he was at his next destination.
The rest of the night went easy enough. There were a couple of mishaps here and there, and a comedic montage would've been shown of these events had the medium used to convey this wasn't a basic text based forum, but alas. Gus walked home with a couple beats and bruises. That wasn't unusual working such a dangerous job in such a culturally varied place such as Junction. Food was a risk here, but a risk worth taking. Gustav knew that better than most. The bison were all great, the people were all welcoming, it was the season of Galaxicon and he was happy to have time to rest at the end of the long day. What had started with his benefactorial feast went through the ordeals that made food criticism in Junction what it was, now led to the final stages of the day as Gus cleaned up in his mansion, checking up on himself to be sure nothing critical got injured along the way. He'd feasted earlier so he wasn't hungry. He was just kind of sleepy. A glazed look washed over his eyes as he yawned a deep echoing voice, as if coming from some dreaded abyss. The robes were ready to be cleaned, smeared by a wide variety of foodstuffs. Oh my, there was even that one sauce that managed to burn through the plate at that one diner. Some of it got onto his robes as well. Nothing to worry about. He'd get a tailor to fix it up sometime after the cleaning. The rest of the sauce probably went on to burn his skin somewhere. He couldn't be bothered to check. It wasn't even the most interesting bison side-dish he'd tried that evening. Certainly not the most dangerous either. What bothered him more was that he couldn't yet move those damn fingers. Gustav gave a sigh and patted his hand with his other hand. "There there, all will be well." He said, his words dragging into another yawn. He was too exhausted, really. He wanted to go to bed and turn the alarm clock on so he wouldn't forget to wake up tomorrow and see what everyone had gotten around their Galaxicon chests. Saint Galaxicon would need to bring him something as well. He'd wanted to try that ever since he arrived at Junction. The Galaxicon traditions were so fascinating. Kind of similar to what he remembered as Christmas.......but that was probably only a coincidence.

Gus smacked all the windows closed and the manor went dark.

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