MmmMmm good
I have decided that I was either a yak or an ox in a previous life. This seems fitting and at least I've moved up a few notches in the animal kingdom. Some random girl outside looked startled when I mentioned this but stammered a "maybe..umm...sure" before a hobo broke in to say my hair is too pretty for an ox.
Bless you, hobo man. Bless you.
In other conversations:
Mum: *watching food cook* Why is the inside of the microwave fogging up?
Fey: *watching her DS* Because you're too damn hot.
Mum: ......
Fey: ......
Mum: ......
Fey: ...what?
I feel so misunderstood.
Title: Food for Thought
Team: Schwarz
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Bad Taste
Characters: Schwarz
AN: I apparently tried to fit in as many categories as possible…
“I think this is one of your better meals, Farf,” Nagi commented, neatly organizing his plate by food groups. “Better than your experiment with tacos.”
Crawford set his fork down, eyeing the steak. “I disagree. It tastes a bit off, kind of bland.”
“Could use spices,” Schuldig mumbled around a mouthful of goodness. “Doesn’t really need it though.”
“Ugh…” Crawford grimaced. “Where do you get the meat from anyway?”
“Mr. And Mrs. Mastumoto.”
“Next door?”
Farfarello shrugged. “Nagi said he wanted to have the neighbors for dinner.”
A pause.
Schuldig chewed thoughtfully. “I always knew they were a sweet couple.”
Bless you, hobo man. Bless you.
In other conversations:
Mum: *watching food cook* Why is the inside of the microwave fogging up?
Fey: *watching her DS* Because you're too damn hot.
Mum: ......
Fey: ......
Mum: ......
Fey: ...what?
I feel so misunderstood.
Title: Food for Thought
Team: Schwarz
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Bad Taste
Characters: Schwarz
AN: I apparently tried to fit in as many categories as possible…
“I think this is one of your better meals, Farf,” Nagi commented, neatly organizing his plate by food groups. “Better than your experiment with tacos.”
Crawford set his fork down, eyeing the steak. “I disagree. It tastes a bit off, kind of bland.”
“Could use spices,” Schuldig mumbled around a mouthful of goodness. “Doesn’t really need it though.”
“Ugh…” Crawford grimaced. “Where do you get the meat from anyway?”
“Mr. And Mrs. Mastumoto.”
“Next door?”
Farfarello shrugged. “Nagi said he wanted to have the neighbors for dinner.”
A pause.
Schuldig chewed thoughtfully. “I always knew they were a sweet couple.”