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Who: Allen and Maya; later, Gilbert.
When: Two days ago! Lunchtime.
Where: Fast food restaurant to apartment.
Summary: While making a stop for some good old fashioned eatings, one glutton is joined by another glutton. And then they proceed to harass the chef of all chefs.
Warnings: So many cows were killed in the making of this post.
[the clerk had continued to eye him even after he'd done his usual smile-and-sheepishly-shrug routine, which was a little unnerving. the order had been for five burgers and one basket of chicken strips, which really didn't seem so bad - for all the clerk knew, he was picking this up for some friends! (which he sort of was, actually) - but still was apparently a cause of worry. Allen had set to raking his mind on whether or not he'd stopped into this place before with that, but... if he had, it hadn't been in the last month.]
[so he instead tucked himself kind-of-not-really-discreetly behind the soda machine, rocking on his heels as he waited for his order to be finished. there fortunately wasn't much on his mind, which may or may not have had to do with the fact that he was surrounded by the most amazing smells (didn't beat Gilbert's cooking, of course, but--!), and aside from the suspicious glaring, everything was going... okay. better than okay. almost great, given the circumstances. as such, Allen thought it would be okay to feel a bit content, if only for a moment. ]
[for once, maybe, that feeling would hold. now if only that clerk would stop evil-eying him.]
When: Two days ago! Lunchtime.
Where: Fast food restaurant to apartment.
Summary: While making a stop for some good old fashioned eatings, one glutton is joined by another glutton. And then they proceed to harass the chef of all chefs.
Warnings: So many cows were killed in the making of this post.
[the clerk had continued to eye him even after he'd done his usual smile-and-sheepishly-shrug routine, which was a little unnerving. the order had been for five burgers and one basket of chicken strips, which really didn't seem so bad - for all the clerk knew, he was picking this up for some friends! (which he sort of was, actually) - but still was apparently a cause of worry. Allen had set to raking his mind on whether or not he'd stopped into this place before with that, but... if he had, it hadn't been in the last month.]
[so he instead tucked himself kind-of-not-really-discreetly behind the soda machine, rocking on his heels as he waited for his order to be finished. there fortunately wasn't much on his mind, which may or may not have had to do with the fact that he was surrounded by the most amazing smells (didn't beat Gilbert's cooking, of course, but--!), and aside from the suspicious glaring, everything was going... okay. better than okay. almost great, given the circumstances. as such, Allen thought it would be okay to feel a bit content, if only for a moment. ]
[for once, maybe, that feeling would hold. now if only that clerk would stop evil-eying him.]