Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
Who: Sky Pilot and the Gunslinger (and potentially a Navigator)
When: Riiiiiiiight before closing~
Where: Emi's retaurant.
What: Alfred's hungry and there's only one place that will feed him at this hour. Hopefully.
Another long day at work had left Alfred rather peckish despite the cute little sandwiches Lili had brought for lunch. And since he was low on cash (read: cashless) he knew there was only one place in the entire city that would even let him through the doors without any money.
Pushing the door open to Emi's restaurant, he took quick stock of the place, noting out most of the chairs and stools were up and the bar was still wet from being wiped. He glanced at the watch in his arm-brace and notced that, gosh, it was nearly closing time.
So that meant he had to mooch fast.
A quick scan of the bar had him focusing on a plate loaded with buns- and still fresh from what he could tell! JACKPOT.
Taking a single step towards them, his senses, honed by training, flying and mostly by Emi, went on alert and he tilted his head towards the entrance of the kitchen.
Then another step. Well. It was now or never. He could either eat and risk his right hand, or go home and starve until Lili decided to feed him tomorrow.
Without waiting for another thought, he lunged for the plate, right hand outstretched towards the buns.
When: Riiiiiiiight before closing~
Where: Emi's retaurant.
What: Alfred's hungry and there's only one place that will feed him at this hour. Hopefully.
Another long day at work had left Alfred rather peckish despite the cute little sandwiches Lili had brought for lunch. And since he was low on cash (read: cashless) he knew there was only one place in the entire city that would even let him through the doors without any money.
Pushing the door open to Emi's restaurant, he took quick stock of the place, noting out most of the chairs and stools were up and the bar was still wet from being wiped. He glanced at the watch in his arm-brace and notced that, gosh, it was nearly closing time.
So that meant he had to mooch fast.
A quick scan of the bar had him focusing on a plate loaded with buns- and still fresh from what he could tell! JACKPOT.
Taking a single step towards them, his senses, honed by training, flying and mostly by Emi, went on alert and he tilted his head towards the entrance of the kitchen.
Then another step. Well. It was now or never. He could either eat and risk his right hand, or go home and starve until Lili decided to feed him tomorrow.
Without waiting for another thought, he lunged for the plate, right hand outstretched towards the buns.