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Post by Carlyle Wintroph on Feb 4, 2012 23:50:08 GMT -5
It's been a long day for Carlyle, and he was still a little pissed at the cock blockage that happened in the PMF district. But a meal would definitely cheer him up -- a good, hot, and spicy one.
He sat down at one of the cafeteria tables, his tray filled with a crapola of food. Three bags of hot cheetos, four cups of punch, three full Mexican dinners... aww yeah. He was going to bed satisfied tonight. 
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Post by Duske Hasekura on Feb 5, 2012 0:24:57 GMT -5
Duske grabbed the salad sitting on the counter along with the v8 next to it. Not having to pay because of his general status, he proceeded to find a seat. A seat next to the red hot boy he forgot leaving at the PMF district. Seeing him now he assumed the boy was able to accomplish his mission.
Sitting down, he teased "Do you have 3 stomachs or do you normally clean out your bowels like this?"
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Post by Carlyle Wintroph on Feb 5, 2012 0:28:01 GMT -5
Carlyle looks up from his feast, a mouth full of burrito. "Ajfdksfmks," he comments before swallowing. He then glares.
"You're the only person I know who would start talking about insides at a lunch table."
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Post by Duske Hasekura on Feb 5, 2012 0:29:48 GMT -5
"And you're the only person who would get a meal big enough to feed a family." Duske opened his v8 and took a big gulp of it, feeling the refreshing drink slide down his throat.
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Post by Carlyle Wintroph on Feb 5, 2012 0:34:13 GMT -5
Another bite and the glare continued. He then smirks, reaches over and slaps the v8 mid-drink. The bottle flips across the table and the contents spill out onto the vacant seats.
Ignoring the fact that he still hasn't swallowed, the boy starts laughing at how hilariously the bottle flipped and Duske's misfortune. Then begins to cough due to some refried beans going down the wrong pipe...
"Ack, ah shit," he downs a cup of punch and tries to regains his composure.
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Post by Duske Hasekura on Feb 5, 2012 0:37:54 GMT -5
Wow. Was there some new fad going around to slap food out of his hand? He frowned. "I hope you choke." He commented, making no move to help the choking PMF member across from him. He picked up his fork and ate his salad. He didn't feel like getting up and grabbing another drink after this douchenozzle slapped it out of his hands.
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Post by Paige Evans on Feb 5, 2012 1:39:01 GMT -5
"Now surely you wouldn't mean something like that? Words carry more weight than you can possibly know." Paige had just so happened to be entering the cafeteria, hearing the utterance in passing. Considering where her talents were strongest, this kind of talk was rather bothersome. She walked over to the young boy, resting a hand lightly on his back, more for comfort seeing as he was doing just fine guzzling that punch, and giving the older boy a rather condescending kind of look, "Maybe you'll be a bit more mindful of the things you say next time." She looked down at the younger of the two and gave a small smile, "You're alright, yes?"
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Post by Carlyle Wintroph on Feb 5, 2012 1:49:22 GMT -5
Carlyle took a deep breath and sighed, successfully getting the beans out of his esophagus and into his stomach. Damn Duske, the guy wouldn't even help him when he was choking! Carlyle was just about to lean over and shove the salad onto the floor as well, but jumps as he hears a familiar voice.
A small blush creeps on his face and he turns away from the girl, ripping open a bag of hot cheetos and shoving a handful into his mouth. He mutters something illegible -- "i'mfihnegoaway" -- and flinches away from her comforting touch.
"I'm fine, you don't need to ask." he repeats rudely after swallowing, making sure not to look her way.
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