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Character(s): lacqualia , lacking_assets
Location: Quad at Lunch dated for Monday
Rating: G
Open/Closed/Finished: Open? If you're in the area.
Summary: Noel and Vanille have a lunch date and get some of that fresh sea air.
Vanille was well equipped for today's adventure. After a long morning of classes, she was more than hungry, and her lunch tray showed it well. A bun, fruit, juice carton, something the lunch lady labeled as a 'Caesar' salad, and cookies for a dessert. Luckily, she had made it early enough to catch the line before it extended into the hall. So it was assumed it would be a while before her comrade would emerge from the hungry masses to join her.
This put Vanille in a very compromising position.... Her stomach growled with the fury of three trexaurs, it would be terribly rude to begin eating without the lovely Noel. But the food, it just sat there in her lap, taunting her. There was no doubt that a few confused cadets passed by wondering why a girl was just sitting there whining to her food. It could have been a few minutes, it could have been fifteen, but it felt like hours. Hours of just an eye seducing, delicious array of treats.
She could hear Fang's taunting voice echoing about her head, urging her to just take a bite. The redhead took a hard swallow, cautiously picking up one fork and jabbing it at one of those juicy looking grapes. She missed, the rogue grape escaped from her tray, bouncing across the lobby before making tiny little -PLOOP!- into the fountain. A small whine slipped from Vanille's lips as she shoved her tray aside and hurried across the walkway to retrieve the runaway food. Fork in hand as if it were a harpoon or a spear, the girl cautiously leaned over the edge of the fountain, ready to strike.
Location: Quad at Lunch dated for Monday
Rating: G
Open/Closed/Finished: Open? If you're in the area.
Summary: Noel and Vanille have a lunch date and get some of that fresh sea air.
Vanille was well equipped for today's adventure. After a long morning of classes, she was more than hungry, and her lunch tray showed it well. A bun, fruit, juice carton, something the lunch lady labeled as a 'Caesar' salad, and cookies for a dessert. Luckily, she had made it early enough to catch the line before it extended into the hall. So it was assumed it would be a while before her comrade would emerge from the hungry masses to join her.
This put Vanille in a very compromising position.... Her stomach growled with the fury of three trexaurs, it would be terribly rude to begin eating without the lovely Noel. But the food, it just sat there in her lap, taunting her. There was no doubt that a few confused cadets passed by wondering why a girl was just sitting there whining to her food. It could have been a few minutes, it could have been fifteen, but it felt like hours. Hours of just an eye seducing, delicious array of treats.
She could hear Fang's taunting voice echoing about her head, urging her to just take a bite. The redhead took a hard swallow, cautiously picking up one fork and jabbing it at one of those juicy looking grapes. She missed, the rogue grape escaped from her tray, bouncing across the lobby before making tiny little -PLOOP!- into the fountain. A small whine slipped from Vanille's lips as she shoved her tray aside and hurried across the walkway to retrieve the runaway food. Fork in hand as if it were a harpoon or a spear, the girl cautiously leaned over the edge of the fountain, ready to strike.