[FIRST:] Greasy grimey gopher guts

[spelucky]

[Taking a moment to peer around the cafeteria, Leo walks over to grab a tray and hesitantly approach the food-counter. Pretty much every option available looks.... equally unappealing.] er....

[Looking up at the rather disgruntled lunch-lady, the German speaks;] Excuse me, ma'am? To be honest, I'm not even sure whether I'm supposed to be here or not... But I can't seem to find the way out, and I was getting a little hungry. So... I was just wondering- do you serve anything here with a little less... well... grease?

[...The lunch-lady merely gives an unamused glare. Leo decides to try again.] I... I don't mean to insult your... fine cooking, it's just--

[Before the rest of the blonde's sentence could even be uttered, a giant glob of... something is suddenly plopped onto Leo's plate.]

................

Is this really..... food..?

[...Whatever it is, Leo supposes it will have to do. With a small sigh, the fighter goes to take a seat and enjoy the free "meal" regardless of it's funny smell.]

((OOC: Well... you've gotta eat, right? Feel free to come and converse with Leo or chat amongst yourselves!))

Comments

[holydemon]

[Nero's not exactly sure what Roy's getting at, so naturally he decides to reply with cocky sarcasm.]

Well, we usually lock people in prison's, not vault's around here.

[As for whatever Roy was actually referring to, Nero found that he didn't particularly care in the first place.]

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy will take that as a no.]

Ha Ha. It ain't a prison, cat. It's a fallout shelter.

[Of course, were Butch here he might argue otherwise.]

[holydemon]

... [Nero quirks a brow and smirks again.] Fallout? What, you need to take shelter every time a girl dumps you?

[thatcatfrom101]

[WOW FUCK YOU TOO NERO.]

You're a fuckin' riot. It's for when the bombs drop, smartass.

[He probably looks upset because now he's talking about bombs and nuclear war and what have you, but truth be told that crack about the girls just bitch slapped him right in the ego. YOU'RE NO DIFFERENT THAN BUTCH NERO OH MY GOD.]

[holydemon]

The "bombs"? [Nero says it in just a way that he seems more confused than trying to mock Roy this time.]

[Except then he follows that up by scratching the side of his head with a nonchalant shrug.]

But hey, I'm glad to see you have a sense of humour~

[thatcatfrom101]

I'll show you my sense of humor.

[That was meant...to be threatening. He's not too good at coming up with witty threats on the spot, okay. It's not like flirting! He's bad at those too. But whatever, he's going to stand by that one, complete with a glare and everything!]

[holydemon]

... [Nero quirks a brow. Was that supposed to be a threat?]

I think you already did. [Roy's glare has no effect on Nero, who seems to be nothing but amused, if slightly pitying of this poor guy's attempt at a threat.]

[thatcatfrom101]

[Roy rolls his eyes in an attempt to hide his annoyance, while totally failing, before he gets up from his seat.]

Whatever, man.

[AND HE'S LEAVING.

...

NO WAIT HE'S COMING BACK. For his tray of food, he's still hungry. Okay one last glare and now he's leaving!]

[holydemon]

Heh. [Nero's clearly unaffected by that "steely" look, and just leans back and crosses his ankle over his knee once Roy's taking his leave.

In other words, he's chilled. Ice cold.]