What are you waiting for? theatrical_muse 369 words
Name :Michael Jacob-Francis
fandom: Original Character
Topic: What are you waiting for?
Word count : 369
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only - not for your character to use in game -unless agreed upon- which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta]
“What are you waiting for Michael? Dig in already, I drove almost fifty three miles to get these here,” Maggie laughed as she threw and he caught the two bags thrown at him. Michael smirked and took a step back so that she could get out of the car. “Yeah, I know, and who was waiting here when you pulled up to the parking lot. Did you get the?”
“Yup.”
“And with all the little chicken things that look like onion rings and the you know …with the …?” Michael asked as he tore the stapled receipt off the bag and reached inside.
“Yes, yes, now eat already or I’ll eat yours too,” Maggie replied and managed look like she actually would.
“Oh no you won’t, I’m just…uhm.” There was more uhms, hmms, and uh sounds as the stepped inside and went up to his apartment. Hmm, he’d been so good lately with his training. He ate the right things in the right amounts, with the supplements. He should be ok with a splurge of junk food eating. It was the same mantra said over and over in his head, justify the binge of all binges he was about to embark upon.
“Screw training. Some things are just worth it, you know? Am I right or am I right?” Michael finally managed to put out, as they step inside.
“Mikey!” Maggie laughed-snort-giggled, a bit surprised that he both cursed and made light of training. Setting down the tray of sodas, she pulled up a chair to sit at the counter between his kitchen and living room, to eat.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
“Almost forgot to say grace,” Michael replied and set his hands in his lap.
“Oh yeah, right, right, you do it,” Maggie nodded, humoring her brother. She more often than not, forgot to say grace herself.
After grace, Michael chuckled as he set out ten boxes filled with White Castle Burgers and in the next bag there were the chicken rings and French fries - those were laid out as well. He was so going to pay for each and every bite, but it was worth it.
[ooc-Mun does not own or represent White Castle Burgers or the movie Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, which inspired this silly post]
fandom: Original Character
Topic: What are you waiting for?
Word count : 369
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only - not for your character to use in game -unless agreed upon- which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta]
“What are you waiting for Michael? Dig in already, I drove almost fifty three miles to get these here,” Maggie laughed as she threw and he caught the two bags thrown at him. Michael smirked and took a step back so that she could get out of the car. “Yeah, I know, and who was waiting here when you pulled up to the parking lot. Did you get the?”
“Yup.”
“And with all the little chicken things that look like onion rings and the you know …with the …?” Michael asked as he tore the stapled receipt off the bag and reached inside.
“Yes, yes, now eat already or I’ll eat yours too,” Maggie replied and managed look like she actually would.
“Oh no you won’t, I’m just…uhm.” There was more uhms, hmms, and uh sounds as the stepped inside and went up to his apartment. Hmm, he’d been so good lately with his training. He ate the right things in the right amounts, with the supplements. He should be ok with a splurge of junk food eating. It was the same mantra said over and over in his head, justify the binge of all binges he was about to embark upon.
“Screw training. Some things are just worth it, you know? Am I right or am I right?” Michael finally managed to put out, as they step inside.
“Mikey!” Maggie laughed-snort-giggled, a bit surprised that he both cursed and made light of training. Setting down the tray of sodas, she pulled up a chair to sit at the counter between his kitchen and living room, to eat.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
“Almost forgot to say grace,” Michael replied and set his hands in his lap.
“Oh yeah, right, right, you do it,” Maggie nodded, humoring her brother. She more often than not, forgot to say grace herself.
After grace, Michael chuckled as he set out ten boxes filled with White Castle Burgers and in the next bag there were the chicken rings and French fries - those were laid out as well. He was so going to pay for each and every bite, but it was worth it.
[ooc-Mun does not own or represent White Castle Burgers or the movie Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, which inspired this silly post]