Luke fon Fabre (
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towerofanimus2012-04-24 06:08 pm
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Characters: Luke fon Fabre and *YOU*!
Setting: Cafeteria
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Summary: That first meal is always the hardest...
Like so many people, Luke woke up confused as all hell, not to mentioned panicked at not being on the road to Akzeriuth anymore. The notes left for him made no sense, other than the fact that he was kidnapped -- AGAIN! -- and had no way back home. Once he stopped grumbling about that long enough, another grumble issued from somewhere: his stomach.
So, naturally, he made his way to the cafeteria. Naturally, he plopped himself down, expecting to be fed like a king.
...naturally, he was disappointed.
"What the hell is this?!" he demanded as soon as the oatmeal was set down before him. He took up a spoonful, tilting it, and watching it plop sickly back into the bowl. Said bowl got pushed away from him really fast at that. "No way am I eating that! Bring me some real food! Now! Right now!"
Clearly, help needs to be provided here... but will you help the brat, or the poor person he's yelling at?
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Whichever
Summary: That first meal is always the hardest...
Like so many people, Luke woke up confused as all hell, not to mentioned panicked at not being on the road to Akzeriuth anymore. The notes left for him made no sense, other than the fact that he was kidnapped -- AGAIN! -- and had no way back home. Once he stopped grumbling about that long enough, another grumble issued from somewhere: his stomach.
So, naturally, he made his way to the cafeteria. Naturally, he plopped himself down, expecting to be fed like a king.
...naturally, he was disappointed.
"What the hell is this?!" he demanded as soon as the oatmeal was set down before him. He took up a spoonful, tilting it, and watching it plop sickly back into the bowl. Said bowl got pushed away from him really fast at that. "No way am I eating that! Bring me some real food! Now! Right now!"
Clearly, help needs to be provided here... but will you help the brat, or the poor person he's yelling at?
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From the sound of it this kid didn't need a warning about what would happen if they didn't eat the oatmeal. First timers acting up like that were always fun to watch, especially when they started feeling the pleasant sensations involved. It did get rather messy at times.
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"You think this is funny?!"
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"Yep."
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"W-well you shouldn't!"
Brilliant.
Things like this is why Reno went to the Evil League Meeting
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"You got a problem with that?"
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"Not at all, slick. Just wondering what's wrong with your oatmeal there."
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"...you'd let me have it?"
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His stomach was winning the war, however, and he took a big bite out the the sandwich half. It was great on his tongue, but not so great once it reached his stomach. Luke doubled over, feeling bile rising up in his throat almost immediately. He barely managed to keep it in long enough to shove his way over to a garbage can to throw up.
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"Hey, slick, you all right?"
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"Y-you... you... JERK!"
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"YOU PLANNED THAT, YOU BIG FAT JERK!!!"
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"How the hell is eating this slop supposed to help?"
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He might have had his own experience with that when he first got here, stubborn as he was.
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"O-oh... d-dammit... that's nasty..."
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kjlkjji sob Luke I'm so sorry
He leaned over, his eyes full of mischief. "You know what they do to it when they're cookin' it?" The evil bastard paused here, just long enough for a small dramatic moment to build. "They use chocobo urine to boil the oats."
Reno was really, really terrible. But hey, if the guy was determined to make the worst of it, who was he to correct him?
EVIL. FREAKING EVIL!
"U-u-urine? From a..."
He paused.
"...what's a chocobo?"
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He was just cracking up, maybe in more ways than one. Needless to say, he couldn't answer Luke at all.
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