Apr 15, 2010 16:26
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrumble.
[Yeah, that was Kotarou's stomach. And he's totally hanging out in the mall food court, looking from side to side and flipping out, ears swiveling from side to side and backwards, tail lashing in agitation.]
D-Dammit! This is- This is poor customer service! You! H-Hey! OI!
[Kotarou's clawed hand swishes through the air, oh, almost caught something that time. A bit of a sparkle of a disturbance. Looks like he's been doing this for some time by now, getting more and more frustrated.]
D-Dammit, this is like that old legend with the ghosts and the food and the-
Well FINE. If you're not gonna be here in the daylight, or however the hell ya work, I'm just gonna sit RIGHT HERE until y'get...
Real.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrumble.
[A frustrated growl, and he flops over the table.]
Right. Here.
[ooc; And because he's just that stubborn, this is where he will be until the end of the event. Feel free to encounter him in offlines as well, if you'd like a frustrated twelve year old half-demon.]
pride's worth more than sense,
*event: of phantom faces and places