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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects- The RP
« on: December 16, 2013, 06:43:45 PM »
Licking his lips in anticipation (no, he didn't know how he was doing that without lips or a tongue either, and he frankly was not bothered in the least), Sir Bonesington strolled inside the bakery and gingerly proceeded down the waiting line to the counter.
The man at the cashier looked up at him with an expression of mixed horror and anxiety, and did not even greet him.
How uncouth.
"A chocolate croissant. On the double. I'll be having it here. Also, don't forget the most important part of a homely business like this is a smile." He said, pointing finger almost touching the man's face, before leaving in a huff and sitting down in a free table by the window.
The glass instantly seemed to haze over a little.
He propped up his chin on his bony hands as he took in the place with a satisfied hum. Well, maybe the cashier was a bit cold on his feet, but the place was nice. And if their food tasted as good as it smelled...
"H-here's your croissant, sir!"
A waitress in a nice but conservative uniform called out to him from his left as she laid down a napkin and a plate with a very appetizing looking croissant still steaming, liquid chocolate dripping a little from inside of it. Her voice had a hint of nervousness, but she was smiling and clearly doing her best to sound welcoming.
Cute little thing. 'A' for effort and honesty.
"Thank you, m'dear." he answered with a tiny tip of his hat.
She nodded in appreciation and went to another table in just a little bit of a hurry. Now then.
Sir Bonesington stared, entranced, at his lovely pastry, for a moment. And then took it into his hand and started to dig in.
"HHHHHMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmn~"
It was sweet and filling, and the chocolate almost felt like it could melt him.
Just heavenly.
The man at the cashier looked up at him with an expression of mixed horror and anxiety, and did not even greet him.
How uncouth.
"A chocolate croissant. On the double. I'll be having it here. Also, don't forget the most important part of a homely business like this is a smile." He said, pointing finger almost touching the man's face, before leaving in a huff and sitting down in a free table by the window.
The glass instantly seemed to haze over a little.
He propped up his chin on his bony hands as he took in the place with a satisfied hum. Well, maybe the cashier was a bit cold on his feet, but the place was nice. And if their food tasted as good as it smelled...
"H-here's your croissant, sir!"
A waitress in a nice but conservative uniform called out to him from his left as she laid down a napkin and a plate with a very appetizing looking croissant still steaming, liquid chocolate dripping a little from inside of it. Her voice had a hint of nervousness, but she was smiling and clearly doing her best to sound welcoming.
Cute little thing. 'A' for effort and honesty.
"Thank you, m'dear." he answered with a tiny tip of his hat.
She nodded in appreciation and went to another table in just a little bit of a hurry. Now then.
Sir Bonesington stared, entranced, at his lovely pastry, for a moment. And then took it into his hand and started to dig in.
"HHHHHMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmn~"
It was sweet and filling, and the chocolate almost felt like it could melt him.
Just heavenly.