Confusion, Snacks, and an Angry Bird

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

Characters: Ankh and eeeveeerybooody~
Setting: Room 2-10; First Floor Kitchen
Format: Have prose, will match
Summary: Ankh wakes up and he is pissed. Off. The best way to rectify this is with ice cream.
Warnings: Rampant jerkishness and insults and maybe a few curses. Also possibly a floating arm.

Room 2-10

Ankh jerked awake on his bed. Wait on his bed? He didn't even have a bed. He was sweating. When had he fallen asleep? No, better question, why was he dreaming? That had never happened before.

He was panting heavily as he stumbled off the bed, glancing around a bit before stumbling towards his trunk, yanking a red satin drape from on top of it and shoving it open. Good. The medals were still there. Good. He shakily (he was shaking?) stumbled to the door, wrenching it open and peering out into the hallway. "What the hell is this...?!"

Kitchen

Whatever, this was nothing to worry about. There was more important things to deal with. For one he had to make sure none of the other Greeed were lurking around. And for second, this place was supposedly loaded with ice cream. And so Ankh marched down to the first floor for his secondary objective, inviting himself into the freezer and pulling out the closest popsicle with a grin.

Of, course when he went to eat it, he immediately gagged. "Damnit, what is this?!" Guess no one told him about the oatmeal rule.

Comments

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

"I don't care about pissing off anybody. If you're so annoyed, why're you still hanging around?"

Damn this oatmeal really was gross. And thus he pushed the bowl away once he had eaten it all, trying not to show the disgust on his face.

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

Steph sighed.

Some days she just wondered why she bothered.

"...I'll still make you that waffle, if you want it."

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

"...." For a moment he seriously considered the offer, but then, Ankh wasn't exactly one who was willing to concede to asking for it.

"Hmph. If it'll make you leave me alone faster."

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

Steph turns to go back to the kitchen.

And make Ankh a waffle.

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

And Ankh for once would actually sit there and wait patiently without arguing. It gave him a chance to mull things over at least.

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

Stephanie returns with one (1) waffle. She sets it down and sighs.

"That should help get rid of the haunting oatmeal aftertaste."

And if Ankh eats it, he'll notice she makes a pretty good waffle.

Too bad it's the only thing she can make.

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

Ankh stared at the waffle for a moment, before grabbing a fork and basically tearing it apart, stuffing it into his mouth in large amounts at various intervals. Table manners, what were those.

"It's passable," He stated rather blandly in between bites. He wasn't going to admit that it was actually a pretty dang good waffle. Way better than that oatmeal.

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

Wow. That sure is a charming display right there.

"Gee, thanks."

Passable. She figured that was as good as it gets with this guy.

"I'm Stephanie, but you can call me Steph."

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

Well he wasn't exactly a gentleman.

"Ankh." He responded listlessly after a moment, looking at her again when she introduced herself before looking back down to focus on his waffle. At lest he gave her a name.

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

She sighed.

"I'll see you 'round then."