WHO: Kurt Wagner (kapitanblut) and Caiman (lacerta-ortus) WHAT: While exploring the city, Kurt decides to stop in for a bite. WHERE: The Hungry Bug WHEN: Day 11 (08/24)
"-Saix, are you gonna take that guy's order or what? Fucking hell, you're already handling five - SIX people?! Christ! Guess I really should get a second waiter or something..."
A sigh, and then some stomping over to the counter.
If some people here stood out, then they were nothing compared to the man who ran the place.
Caiman. Six foot six, around 290 pounds, and most notably, his, uh. Head.
A big yellow lizard of a head, with black cross tattoos on both eyes, attached right onto his body. Wearing a cooking apron, a white t-shirt, and loose jeans. Tried to dress for comfort.
Kurt looked up, and went dead silent. The air was literally sucked from his lungs as he stared into the face of the lizard... thing... man that was standing over him on the other side of the counter.
"Mein gott..."
He blinked a few times, then leaned back, taking a breath and shaking his head. "Goodness, please, forgive me! I was not expecting... well..." He smiled sheepishly, both embarrassed and disappointed in himself. "I... my manners are inexcusable." He quickly returned his eyes to the menu, to make sure he got the name right. "Could I get a...Framboise Lambic Ale... and..." He looked back up, this time more confused than shocked or embarrassed. "...I've never had any food like this. Could I ask for a recommendation?"
Caiman had a reputation for being blunt, and earned it with just about every word he said.
He lightened up, though, when he heard the order.
"Oh, wait - you're the German, yeah? New in town? Lucky for you, I've got a some of that stuff under the counter."
"Recommendation depends on a couple of things. Do you like seafood, vegetarian, or meat? And after that, do you like your food spicy, bitter, or sweet?"
Switched from irritated to helpful in a moment. The man just refused to take shit about his head, was all.
"Ach, indeed. That would make you Herr Caiman, would it not?" Kurt was quick to get over his initial awkwardness, though he was still kicking himself mentally for gawking like that. It was quite rude, after all.
"Hmm... well, I'm quite fond of spicy dishes, and I suppose you could call me a bit of a meat eater." He smiled earnestly. "It's been some time since I've eaten anything more than bags of trail mix and water, honestly. One would think I was on a monastery diet."
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"-Saix, are you gonna take that guy's order or what? Fucking hell, you're already handling five - SIX people?! Christ! Guess I really should get a second waiter or something..."
A sigh, and then some stomping over to the counter.
If some people here stood out, then they were nothing compared to the man who ran the place.
Caiman. Six foot six, around 290 pounds, and most notably, his, uh. Head.
A big yellow lizard of a head, with black cross tattoos on both eyes, attached right onto his body. Wearing a cooking apron, a white t-shirt, and loose jeans. Tried to dress for comfort.
With zero hesitation, he spoke to the man.
"What can I get ya?"
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"Mein gott..."
He blinked a few times, then leaned back, taking a breath and shaking his head. "Goodness, please, forgive me! I was not expecting... well..." He smiled sheepishly, both embarrassed and disappointed in himself. "I... my manners are inexcusable." He quickly returned his eyes to the menu, to make sure he got the name right. "Could I get a...Framboise Lambic Ale... and..." He looked back up, this time more confused than shocked or embarrassed. "...I've never had any food like this. Could I ask for a recommendation?"
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Caiman had a reputation for being blunt, and earned it with just about every word he said.
He lightened up, though, when he heard the order.
"Oh, wait - you're the German, yeah? New in town? Lucky for you, I've got a some of that stuff under the counter."
"Recommendation depends on a couple of things. Do you like seafood, vegetarian, or meat? And after that, do you like your food spicy, bitter, or sweet?"
Switched from irritated to helpful in a moment. The man just refused to take shit about his head, was all.
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"Hmm... well, I'm quite fond of spicy dishes, and I suppose you could call me a bit of a meat eater." He smiled earnestly. "It's been some time since I've eaten anything more than bags of trail mix and water, honestly. One would think I was on a monastery diet."
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