FUCK YEAH, STEAK. [Closed]

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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

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[karmicwhiplash]

Franziska elbowed her way into the crowded establishment. Hardly the atmosphere she would have chosen, but a restaurant seemed unlikely to become the scene of an all-hands-on-deck emergency, something she most certainly could not say for the galley on board. And if a kitchen disaster were to break out, at least it wouldn't be her problem

[dreadpirateer]

Considering he wasn't much a fan of the food from the ship kitchens even when they were stuck in the air (seemed like they dumped the shittiest cooks on the fleet's resident junk ship too), Agon had taken to the habit of either hijacking a town or two via plane whenever they stayed in the same area long enough, or simply eating out whenever shore leave was possible.

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 maybeAt 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

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Just as Sync was starting to settle into his meager accommodations his eyes were quickly torn from the menu and towards the vicious woman who sat down across from him. He repressed the urge to groan disappointedly, instead nodding slightly to his superior officer

[karmicwhiplash]

Franziska grinned at Sync wolfishly. "No need to be so tense, Mr Elemni. We're off-duty, after all." There was no friendliness in the statement, of course, and the boy would have been foolish to read too much into it, but after all, they were crewmates, and it behooved the deck officers to have at least a little bit of rapport. Who knew when they'd need to coordinate in the thick of battle

[dreadpirateer]

Sync happened to be the first Agon spotted of the table, and he raised an eyebrow at the maître d', because anyone who could mistake that for a chick, well...

Then his eyes shifted. Aha. Wasn't that one of their Lieutenants? Judging by the modifications on her uniform, at least related to the Captain's lot, frills and all. Well, he could take that kind of thing on an otherwise sleek-looking pussy cat.

Strolling over with all the grace of a large jungle cat, he grinned down at the two. "Hope I'm not interrupting that real animated-looking conversation you were having just now." With a half-sneer at Sync; the kid had no people-skills, it was a wonder he'd gotten anywhere at all.

Folding himself into a chair with minimal fuss, he waved away the maître d'; they'd know what he wanted, if they knew what was good for them. "How's Kropmork treating you, Lieutenant?"