Imeeji: IC Continuations

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Previous:
Speed Dating [Day 32]
Mistletoe Game [Day 71]
Social Bingo [Day 101]

Includes:
B's Fancy Dance [Day 102]
Kissing Game [Day 124]
Mistletoe 2 [Day 187]
Objective Game [Day 223]
Tokyo-F Stamp Rally (Age Up and Age Down Event) [Day 245]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And heading straight for the bento section - eying the ones that have the most fish and meat in them. Does he know what Ceourl's eat?

Not particularly, but---]

Hmmm. Tough call. Do I get to use my abilities or no?

[we_meet_again]

Absolutely not! I already know Blue Eyes can carry me; where's the fun in that?

[he reaches up and puts his dinner-plate-sized paw on a package of teriyaki salmon bento.]

This one, please.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Picks it up and makes quick work of the shrink wrap, but then---




]

What do you just want me to set it on the floor now?

[we_meet_again]

[he looks from side to side with just his eyes, as if he's only considering this for the first time right now.]

Well, I'm not sure I can work a pair of chopsticks like this, so yes, I guess I will have to eat it off the floor, with my face, like some kind of animal.

...Unless you want to hold it in your hands for me, but I don't know if that's any more dignified.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Holds it at mouth level for Cobalt]

Please. It's mistletoe season. None of us have any dignity.

1/3

[we_meet_again]

[he hesitates a moment, looking at the food, looking up at Intensity, then back at the food.]

[we_meet_again]

[But he's very hungry, so after a beat, he tucks in. The enthusiasm kicks in immediately.

The good news is that he's very large, and he consumes the whole thing in about 2.5 bites. Within seconds, he's licking grains of rice out of the corners of the tray, rasping the traces of sauce off the plastic with his rough tongue.]

[we_meet_again]

[Tray now spotless, he leans back, licking his nose]

Whew...! I needed that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[. . .]

Are you allowed to have that many carbs?

[He says.

As he reaches for another one]

1/3

[we_meet_again]

Who's going to stop m—Oh...!

[we_meet_again]

Woah hang on...!

[we_meet_again]

[Abruptly, he shrinks, tail and whiskers slurping back into his body as his antlers sprout out like branches. Fur peels away to reveal skin and clothes clothes.

And there's Cobalt, on his hands and knees in the middle of the conbini.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well now.

That was awkward]







Guess I should always keep one of these on me.

1/3

[we_meet_again]

[Hastily scrambling to his feet, already turning beet red]

[we_meet_again]

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[we_meet_again]

WHY COULDN'T THAT HAVE HAPPENED TEN MINUTES AGO?!

4/4 i lied

[we_meet_again]

OR AN HOUR AGO?

OR TWO DAYS AGO???

Re: 4/4 i lied

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Because this is the appropriate comedic moment.

[Start pulling another bento off the shelf]

[we_meet_again]

[drags a hand down his face, still bright red with embarrassment]

Okay looks like my problem's solved, thank you!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Tosses the bento at him]

For the road.

[we_meet_again]

[taken a little off guard, he catches it, fumbles it, catches it again -- rip whatever was in here.]

About that: you're on your own for transportation back to the tower. I'm not carrying you again.