Confusion, Snacks, and an Angry Bird
Characters: Ankh and eeeveeerybooody~
Setting: Room 2-10; First Floor Kitchen
Format: Have prose, will match
Summary: Ankh wakes up and he is pissed. Off. The best way to rectify this is with ice cream.
Warnings: Rampant jerkishness and insults and maybe a few curses. Also possibly a floating arm.
Room 2-10
Ankh jerked awake on his bed. Wait on his bed? He didn't even have a bed. He was sweating. When had he fallen asleep? No, better question, why was he dreaming? That had never happened before.
He was panting heavily as he stumbled off the bed, glancing around a bit before stumbling towards his trunk, yanking a red satin drape from on top of it and shoving it open. Good. The medals were still there. Good. He shakily (he was shaking?) stumbled to the door, wrenching it open and peering out into the hallway. "What the hell is this...?!"
Kitchen
Whatever, this was nothing to worry about. There was more important things to deal with. For one he had to make sure none of the other Greeed were lurking around. And for second, this place was supposedly loaded with ice cream. And so Ankh marched down to the first floor for his secondary objective, inviting himself into the freezer and pulling out the closest popsicle with a grin.
Of, course when he went to eat it, he immediately gagged. "Damnit, what is this?!" Guess no one told him about the oatmeal rule.
Setting: Room 2-10; First Floor Kitchen
Format: Have prose, will match
Summary: Ankh wakes up and he is pissed. Off. The best way to rectify this is with ice cream.
Warnings: Rampant jerkishness and insults and maybe a few curses. Also possibly a floating arm.
Room 2-10
Ankh jerked awake on his bed. Wait on his bed? He didn't even have a bed. He was sweating. When had he fallen asleep? No, better question, why was he dreaming? That had never happened before.
He was panting heavily as he stumbled off the bed, glancing around a bit before stumbling towards his trunk, yanking a red satin drape from on top of it and shoving it open. Good. The medals were still there. Good. He shakily (he was shaking?) stumbled to the door, wrenching it open and peering out into the hallway. "What the hell is this...?!"
Kitchen
Whatever, this was nothing to worry about. There was more important things to deal with. For one he had to make sure none of the other Greeed were lurking around. And for second, this place was supposedly loaded with ice cream. And so Ankh marched down to the first floor for his secondary objective, inviting himself into the freezer and pulling out the closest popsicle with a grin.
Of, course when he went to eat it, he immediately gagged. "Damnit, what is this?!" Guess no one told him about the oatmeal rule.