FUCK YEAH, STEAK. [Closed]
Characters: Franziska von Karma, Synchron fon Elemni and Kongou Agon. yeah I put him last wut nao.
Content: Since Sync still doesn't trust the Kitchen to some degree, he decides to scout around for food and gains some unwanted company. And by 'unwanted company' he'd rather kill himself then be in the same room with them. I do believe the rest of ( Read more... )
Content: Since Sync still doesn't trust the Kitchen to some degree, he decides to scout around for food and gains some unwanted company. And by 'unwanted company' he'd rather kill himself then be in the same room with them. I do believe the rest of ( Read more... )
Nowadays, well. Treaty-schmeaty, Kropmork was one of his favorite playgrounds, despite the fact that he had to dodge some of the fuckers with a grudge who thought they could get the jump on him if he wanted to get any-fucking-where. After smashing a few heads, though, he'd worked up enough of an appetite to settle down for a bit, and the fact that he didn't have a girl on his arm this round was due more to whimsy and general chaos--he'd bed down in a respectable locale tonight. Respectable very maybe.
At the very least, Agon didn't have blood on his clothes when he strolled into the steakhouse. Good thing, too; he was in a good mood, and having to strong-arm the damn maître d' again would have ruined it pretty well.
"Gimme a table, and make it snappy."
The doorman thought he was going to protest, but the maître d' had caught sight of Agon and waved him over with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. They'd had dealings in the past.
"I hope you don't mind, Mr. Kongou, but our seating is full for the moment. We have openings at only one table in the establishment."
Without blinking an eye, "Seating any cute ones there?" They'd just have to shift the seating arrangements if there weren't.
The maître d's small, expressive eye winked up at him. "This way."
[OOC: Feel free to see him coming HAHAHA.]
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