towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Luke, whomever wants to stumble into his hissy fit
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Either, be consistent, ect
Summary: Luke's stomach does the talking for him. Can you say, "Worst person to be in a black out with"?
Warnings: Cue full on Ambassador Asshat mode!

So, if you happen to be in the vicinity of the Cafeteria, hoping there was some scrap of food that might have been left over from before the power out, you might see a certain red head. Actually, you'll hear him before you see him; he's at the area where you pick up your food, pounding his fists and trying to get someone's attention. Except, you know, there's no one there to give him the time of day, which only makes his temper tantrum worse.

"OY! I'M HERE ON TIME! GIVE ME MY FOOD! GIMME MY FOOD RIGHT NOW!"

He follows his screaming up with a sharp kick... which turns into a swearing stream as he hops around, holding his injured foot. Definitely not the most impressive moment for the almighty Ambassador.

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He turns his head towards Luke upon realizing that he's being talked to, looking maybe ever so slightly amused.

"You mean, apart from your almost memorable show of voice?"

Luke opened his mouth to reply... and quickly closed it, turning red.

"W-well... I..."

Riku turned away again, ignoring in the other's stammering... or well, the other entirely, really. He walked up towards the closed down area, frowning as he considered what to do with that... he should probably check on the restaurant next.