[OPEN] School Days
Who: Butters Stotch & whoever
Where: School Cafeteria
When: Lunch period
Summary: --
Warnings: None
OOC NOTE: I'm just putting this out there for anyone who wants to participate. ^_^
As soon as the bell rang for lunch, Butters was out the classroom door and on his way to his locker. It helped that he always took the seat closest to the door, and all of his classmates now knew exactly how serious he was about getting his meal--by the time that that bell rang, his stomach was gurgling against his spine and demanding attention. When he reached his locker he fumbled with the lock, got it open and grabbed his sack lunch, then stuffed his backpack into the space it had occupied. The lock clicked back into place and he continued on to the Cafeteria.
As one of the few kids who brought his own lunch, he had his selection of tables. Butters slid into one of the bench-seats by the windows. It was too cold to eat outside, but at least there he could get some sunlight.
From the bag he drew out a simple salad and a small contained or italian dressing, an apple and a mug of apple cider kept cool by the special container. He ate half of it before he looked up in hopes that someone would join him that day--sitting by a window helped with the chances of that, he'd learned. These were usually desired seating arrangements, so some group or another would decide to join him when the others were taken.
Where: School Cafeteria
When: Lunch period
Summary: --
Warnings: None
OOC NOTE: I'm just putting this out there for anyone who wants to participate. ^_^
As soon as the bell rang for lunch, Butters was out the classroom door and on his way to his locker. It helped that he always took the seat closest to the door, and all of his classmates now knew exactly how serious he was about getting his meal--by the time that that bell rang, his stomach was gurgling against his spine and demanding attention. When he reached his locker he fumbled with the lock, got it open and grabbed his sack lunch, then stuffed his backpack into the space it had occupied. The lock clicked back into place and he continued on to the Cafeteria.
As one of the few kids who brought his own lunch, he had his selection of tables. Butters slid into one of the bench-seats by the windows. It was too cold to eat outside, but at least there he could get some sunlight.
From the bag he drew out a simple salad and a small contained or italian dressing, an apple and a mug of apple cider kept cool by the special container. He ate half of it before he looked up in hopes that someone would join him that day--sitting by a window helped with the chances of that, he'd learned. These were usually desired seating arrangements, so some group or another would decide to join him when the others were taken.