Toxic
Who: singslikeagirl and whoever
What: Another day in Loser Lima Land
Where: Mall food court
When: Lunchtime whenever
Rating: G
Normally Kurt didn't risk eating from public conveniences. Everything was so soppy with grease and salmonella, and he rather liked not having explosive diarrhoea for a week. But he was out doing some hardcore post-Christmas shopping and his stomach had been growling for about half an hour. Now it was growingly with much more inelegance than he could tolerate. He had to eat before he hit the salon for a facial. If he didn't, his stomach would eat itself and that would probably be unattractive.
It pained him that he didn't have time to duck home for real food, and he braved buying a plain garden salad with French dressing from the cleanest looking place on offer. But the fact it was right in between a McDonalds and a Taco Bell really didn't speak loudly for it. With huff of annoyance, his shopping bags looped over his arm, Kurt found a spare table, his nose scrunching up slightly when he found it sticky with crumbs all over it. Primly setting his bags down on one of the spare seats, he set about carefully wiping the surface with a wet wipe. Hopefully whatever was spilt there wasn't going to burn his fingerprints off. One day, he would be famous enough to have someone walk around behind him with a box of wet wipes on hand to do the wiping for him.
What: Another day in Loser Lima Land
Where: Mall food court
When: Lunchtime whenever
Rating: G
Normally Kurt didn't risk eating from public conveniences. Everything was so soppy with grease and salmonella, and he rather liked not having explosive diarrhoea for a week. But he was out doing some hardcore post-Christmas shopping and his stomach had been growling for about half an hour. Now it was growingly with much more inelegance than he could tolerate. He had to eat before he hit the salon for a facial. If he didn't, his stomach would eat itself and that would probably be unattractive.
It pained him that he didn't have time to duck home for real food, and he braved buying a plain garden salad with French dressing from the cleanest looking place on offer. But the fact it was right in between a McDonalds and a Taco Bell really didn't speak loudly for it. With huff of annoyance, his shopping bags looped over his arm, Kurt found a spare table, his nose scrunching up slightly when he found it sticky with crumbs all over it. Primly setting his bags down on one of the spare seats, he set about carefully wiping the surface with a wet wipe. Hopefully whatever was spilt there wasn't going to burn his fingerprints off. One day, he would be famous enough to have someone walk around behind him with a box of wet wipes on hand to do the wiping for him.