Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 12:41:23 GMT -5
Late evening in Karakura Town, and Raph found himself feeling extremely hungry and tired. Normally he would’ve gotten one of the little bento boxes and returned home to eat in, relative, silence and solitude. Today, though, he simply wasn’t feeling up to buying a box and walking all the way back to his apartment just to eat out of a little box. Today? No. Today he wanted to be able to sit down and actually get something truly to eat. There weren’t a lot of places, though. Karakura Town was still being rebuilt, and that freaking arrancar that he and Jian had been fighting had destroyed the BEST noodle shop in Karakura Town.
Dammit, if he hadn’t let Jian kill that arrancar he would’ve done so himself. Though most of his annoyance and anger was being reserved for right now, he’d been full of nothing but aggression and adrenaline at that moment. He’d burn through her shoulder, before he and Jian had beaten her down. It was interesting, though, as he thought about it, since he had seen a lot of hollows lately but few Shinigami. It was strange… Maybe it was his quincy blood, bolstered by Weylin’s transfusion, that made him hate the hollows, and helped him to practically TASTE the shinigami.
The taste of shinigami always seemed to be sour…like spoiled milk and he always had to drink something shortly thereafter when he tasted it. It wasn’t a REAL taste, so much as just it felt different and felt like it landed on the tongue but it was the best way he knew to describe it.
He gravitated, almost involuntarily, in the direction of both Kosa and Vigilance. He smiled, softly as he saw, first the Kosa Estate a few hundred yards to his right, and perhaps a mile in front of him was Vigilance. He thought about heading towards Vigilance, then to Kosa until he suddenly detected an odd scent that made his heart race. There were none of the American Japanese steakhouses, but… He ran around a corner and came to a dead stop. It was McDonalds…
“Really?” he muttered under his breath, the annoyance building up in him. “There are millions of these things all over the world! Why is there one here?!” He’d heard about the relief efforts, but hadn’t thought that even McDonald’s would be getting onto that bandwagon. But it made sense. They had a bit of a bad name, lately, so might as well try and help out, make themselves look better. He briefly considered heading back towards Kosa and or Vigilance, but now his legs felt like lead. He’d been walking all day, hadn’t eaten much for lunch… He just simply did not have the energy to turn around and head back towards the two places.
Yes, it would be cheaper at either area as they had their cafeterias… but for god’s sake he was tired, and he was hungry and he couldn’t make himself fly… It was just time to stop and eat. As he approached the door he really felt it. The presence of a shinigami, and that was a rare occurrence…but were they eating HERE?! He shook his head as he walked in and felt out. He felt it… A young woman was sitting off to the side about to dig into a burger. He shook his head, grudgingly ordered a chicken sandwhich and, once it was ready, sat down beside her.
“I didn’t know that you shinigami liked trash like this,” he muttered as he unwrapped his sandwhich. He took a bite, chewed and swallowed before continuing. “Shit like this’ll make ya fat ya know. So, what are you doing here?”
Words: 615
GP: 12
Total: 12
Dammit, if he hadn’t let Jian kill that arrancar he would’ve done so himself. Though most of his annoyance and anger was being reserved for right now, he’d been full of nothing but aggression and adrenaline at that moment. He’d burn through her shoulder, before he and Jian had beaten her down. It was interesting, though, as he thought about it, since he had seen a lot of hollows lately but few Shinigami. It was strange… Maybe it was his quincy blood, bolstered by Weylin’s transfusion, that made him hate the hollows, and helped him to practically TASTE the shinigami.
The taste of shinigami always seemed to be sour…like spoiled milk and he always had to drink something shortly thereafter when he tasted it. It wasn’t a REAL taste, so much as just it felt different and felt like it landed on the tongue but it was the best way he knew to describe it.
He gravitated, almost involuntarily, in the direction of both Kosa and Vigilance. He smiled, softly as he saw, first the Kosa Estate a few hundred yards to his right, and perhaps a mile in front of him was Vigilance. He thought about heading towards Vigilance, then to Kosa until he suddenly detected an odd scent that made his heart race. There were none of the American Japanese steakhouses, but… He ran around a corner and came to a dead stop. It was McDonalds…
“Really?” he muttered under his breath, the annoyance building up in him. “There are millions of these things all over the world! Why is there one here?!” He’d heard about the relief efforts, but hadn’t thought that even McDonald’s would be getting onto that bandwagon. But it made sense. They had a bit of a bad name, lately, so might as well try and help out, make themselves look better. He briefly considered heading back towards Kosa and or Vigilance, but now his legs felt like lead. He’d been walking all day, hadn’t eaten much for lunch… He just simply did not have the energy to turn around and head back towards the two places.
Yes, it would be cheaper at either area as they had their cafeterias… but for god’s sake he was tired, and he was hungry and he couldn’t make himself fly… It was just time to stop and eat. As he approached the door he really felt it. The presence of a shinigami, and that was a rare occurrence…but were they eating HERE?! He shook his head as he walked in and felt out. He felt it… A young woman was sitting off to the side about to dig into a burger. He shook his head, grudgingly ordered a chicken sandwhich and, once it was ready, sat down beside her.
“I didn’t know that you shinigami liked trash like this,” he muttered as he unwrapped his sandwhich. He took a bite, chewed and swallowed before continuing. “Shit like this’ll make ya fat ya know. So, what are you doing here?”
Words: 615
GP: 12
Total: 12