Spag Boll
"You've gotta be kidding!" He sputtered semi incoherently during the precious moments he took his mouth of the bowl to breathe.
"Yup, you got tagged pretty good, took me a good few months to find your ass." His savior nodded wryly grinning at him. "I mean, had you not still owed me money, I'd be very inclined to have simply left you there and looked the other way. You musta got hit by one of the guys after the bounty, no idea what they were doing to you, but they're all dead now anyway, so be glad I Intervened."
"its a goot jab... that'i lent a lott ten, innit?" he gasped shovelling the contents of his bowl into his mouth at most uncivilised speed. Caring very little whether the vst majority even landed in his mouth, preferring to think of it as less of a goal, more of a general target.
"So i cleaned the drugs out of your system before i vented the booth, well for the most part" she muttered watching him pause for a second to wipe some egg from his lip, promptly smearing it across his face while he ordered a third dish. "its obviously affected your appetite. So i dont know the full extent of the drugging."
The R-Type paused mid chew to give her a puzzled expression, half a sausage stuck out of his mouth as spaghetti fell back into the plate from his cheek. "Nah" he shoved his face back into his bowl and poured some of his drink into it, relishing the gasp she made "this is my usual breakfast routine."
She unfolded her news sheet and tapped a few of the articles larger. Dragging the sports headline out the way she was able to make out the latest story. "Seems like Toller'll walk again." she mused
"Shame" chomped Riot "I wont. Well, not with my original legs anyway." he clanked his knees together to amuse himself. "At least he cant crack bricks with his."
moar latr.
"Yup, you got tagged pretty good, took me a good few months to find your ass." His savior nodded wryly grinning at him. "I mean, had you not still owed me money, I'd be very inclined to have simply left you there and looked the other way. You musta got hit by one of the guys after the bounty, no idea what they were doing to you, but they're all dead now anyway, so be glad I Intervened."
"its a goot jab... that'i lent a lott ten, innit?" he gasped shovelling the contents of his bowl into his mouth at most uncivilised speed. Caring very little whether the vst majority even landed in his mouth, preferring to think of it as less of a goal, more of a general target.
"So i cleaned the drugs out of your system before i vented the booth, well for the most part" she muttered watching him pause for a second to wipe some egg from his lip, promptly smearing it across his face while he ordered a third dish. "its obviously affected your appetite. So i dont know the full extent of the drugging."
The R-Type paused mid chew to give her a puzzled expression, half a sausage stuck out of his mouth as spaghetti fell back into the plate from his cheek. "Nah" he shoved his face back into his bowl and poured some of his drink into it, relishing the gasp she made "this is my usual breakfast routine."
She unfolded her news sheet and tapped a few of the articles larger. Dragging the sports headline out the way she was able to make out the latest story. "Seems like Toller'll walk again." she mused
"Shame" chomped Riot "I wont. Well, not with my original legs anyway." he clanked his knees together to amuse himself. "At least he cant crack bricks with his."
moar latr.