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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Yes, that was definitely loud enough for Estelle to hear, and so she hesitates on the landing and peeks into the cafeteria. Of course, any injured person is enough to get her to rush right over, even if Luke does sound like a kid throwing a temper tantrum.

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

Luke growled irritably, dropping his foot and settling for flailing.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M ALRIGHT?!"

She flinches slightly, just because he's so loud, and then approaches cautiously. "Your foot is hurt, isn't it? Would you like me to heal you?" Really, it can't be a terrible injury, but that's never stopped Estelle before.

Luke paused at that, blinking in surprise. Something about her reminded him... yeah, she was kind of Tear-ish, only without the whole ice queen-ness.

"Uh... sure..." he mumbled.

She kneels, motioning for him to do the same. There's a definite grin on her face now, because finally she can do something in the midst of all this weirdness, even if it is just healing a bruise.

"My name is Estelle. It's a pleasure to meet you! Were you looking for something to eat?"

Luke flopped down to the ground, watching her work. Wow, she really was like Tear! Well, no melons, but he could get used to the lack of scolding.

"Luke," he replied, "and yeah. Everything seems to be gone though."

She's too focusing on casting her arte to respond right away, but it only takes a quickly mumbled incantation and his poor mangled foot is miraculously healed! Estelle unclasps her hands and smooths out her skirt, head tilting slightly. "Yes, it's very strange, isn't it? I wish I knew what was going on."