Meeyow.
This is for Schgain.
A hulking storm decided, on a whim, to roll into a fairly large city. It just so happens that this story takes place in that fairly large city. It also just so happens that this story takes place in a restaurant.
In this particular city, when it rains, it doesn't pour. It doesn't even rain cats and dogs. It simply dumps massive amounts of water on everything. This phrase definitely has less of a ring to it, but it quite accurately describes the weather.
Hoods pulled low over downcast, muggy faces, the few poor saps that happened to be wandering - or should I say 'scurrying' - this dreary place did not seem very pleased with this weather. There were two main reasons for this, one more apparent than the other.
The first was, of course, that whatever deity that they believed controlled the weather was dumping massive amounts of water on them. The second was that there were many people, safe, warm, and dry inside their heated buildings, that were saying things like 'look at those poor saps that happen to be scurrying this dreary place' and staring at said poor saps.
One of these people, who had previously been a person, but was, at the moment, not, was sitting on one of those nice little window tables at a little restaurant by the name of 'Majj' oogling at the poor saps that happened to be scurrying this dreary place.
She was a lemur.
As you may or may not know, this lemur had a several minor appearances in the recently completed story entitled 'Milk'. Her employer, which had a very slightly smaller role, will be introduced shortly.
Meanwhile, someone else's non-human fictional character was one of those poor saps that happened to be scurrying this dreary place. His name was Sotaneko. He was also accompanied by his female friend, though not significant other, Nozomiiko.
They were on some vague errand sort of thing.
The character by the name of 'Sotaneko' squinted through thick, pounding sheets of rain at the restaurant. He shouted at his companion, "I THINK THAT PLACE MIGHT STILL BE OPEN!"
"OKAY!" she shouted back.
They collapsed on the floor just as they dashed in, both breathing heavily.
A feminine voice greeted them. "Hellooo!"
Looked up, the saw a rather large lemur meander toward them.
They both stared.
As they were staring, a tall, formidable looking man also meandered toward them from behind the counter. His appearance was somewhat similar to Sota's friend's friend, in that he had gills and sharp teeth and didn't look to be a very pleasant person.
"Read the sign," he said.
They did. It said 'LOL CLOSED' in real big letters.
Sota suddenly remembered a sort of cliché way to get someone to do something. He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "Do you think you could you make an exception?"
The lemur sat down on the floor. "Aw, c'mon, Kujo. Just let the poor saps stay here for a couple minutes," she whined.
'Kujo' snatched up the money that the poor sap was clutching in his drenched little hands. "Fine."
Sota and Nozo sidled up to the counter and sat awkwardly on the cool little stool thingies. The lemur, whose name I will now reveal to you as 'Pomaran', hopped up in front of them.
"Hi!"
They both glared at her, their expressions about as stormy what was going on outside.
Nozo was suddenly struck with an idea. She called Kujo over, conjuring up quite a bit of money in her pocket, which she pulled out as if it had always been there. "If I give you this, will you make us something to eat?"
Kujo stared hard at the cash, and Nozo and Sota both held their breath. After what seemed like forever, he shot a blazing look at Nozo.
"Nice try," he said gravelly.
Pomaran made a flying leap at his head, interrupting what had been a very tense moment. "Speaking of food," she whined. "I'm hungry!"
Kujo pried her off and plopped her down on the counter. "Then eat something!"
She flopped around. "Nooooooooooo..."
"Okay, fine. I'll make you some [censored] food." he grumbled.
Pomaran just sat there. She screeched, "Heyyy, while you're at it, make these people some food too."
Nozo and Sota put on their sad, pathetic faces. Kujo caved.
"I'd like a sandwich, please," Sota chimed.
Kujo muttered something rude, stomping off into the kitchen.
THEREWASANAWKWARDMOMENTLOLANDTHENKUJOSANCAMEBACK
Sota and Nozo and Pomaran went om nom nom on the kawaii sammiches. Kujo was ashamed of having made such kawaii sammiches.
Pomaran finished her kawaii sammich and scooted across the counter to were the random people were on nom nomming on their kawaii sammiches. "So why are you random people here, anyway?"
Sota's kawaii sammich was causing him temporary but massive brain damage, so Nozo answered. "We're on some vague errand thing," she said curtly.
"Oh."
Pomaran was in the magical land of Equestria for exactly 0.0000007204 seconds. She then proceeded to arm wrestle Kujo on a whim and lost pathetically. Nozo stared with what could have been pity or boredom, though more likely both.
Suddenly, a vibration vibrated in Sota's pants pocket which would go unnoticed for about ten minutes, due to his temporary retardation.
Meanwhile, rodnE no kcab, Denver Nevada was attempting to call his friend. His previous phone stolen by evil sea monkeys, he was forced to stand at the payphone like a fool. The friend in question would definitely not recognise the number, but Denver was hoping that gullibility would rear its naïve head.
(Sorry, I was planning on making this all one chapter, but that's not really gonna work out. I'll see if I can finish by the next one.)
In this particular city, when it rains, it doesn't pour. It doesn't even rain cats and dogs. It simply dumps massive amounts of water on everything. This phrase definitely has less of a ring to it, but it quite accurately describes the weather.
Hoods pulled low over downcast, muggy faces, the few poor saps that happened to be wandering - or should I say 'scurrying' - this dreary place did not seem very pleased with this weather. There were two main reasons for this, one more apparent than the other.
The first was, of course, that whatever deity that they believed controlled the weather was dumping massive amounts of water on them. The second was that there were many people, safe, warm, and dry inside their heated buildings, that were saying things like 'look at those poor saps that happen to be scurrying this dreary place' and staring at said poor saps.
One of these people, who had previously been a person, but was, at the moment, not, was sitting on one of those nice little window tables at a little restaurant by the name of 'Majj' oogling at the poor saps that happened to be scurrying this dreary place.
She was a lemur.
As you may or may not know, this lemur had a several minor appearances in the recently completed story entitled 'Milk'. Her employer, which had a very slightly smaller role, will be introduced shortly.
Meanwhile, someone else's non-human fictional character was one of those poor saps that happened to be scurrying this dreary place. His name was Sotaneko. He was also accompanied by his female friend, though not significant other, Nozomiiko.
They were on some vague errand sort of thing.
The character by the name of 'Sotaneko' squinted through thick, pounding sheets of rain at the restaurant. He shouted at his companion, "I THINK THAT PLACE MIGHT STILL BE OPEN!"
"OKAY!" she shouted back.
They collapsed on the floor just as they dashed in, both breathing heavily.
A feminine voice greeted them. "Hellooo!"
Looked up, the saw a rather large lemur meander toward them.
They both stared.
As they were staring, a tall, formidable looking man also meandered toward them from behind the counter. His appearance was somewhat similar to Sota's friend's friend, in that he had gills and sharp teeth and didn't look to be a very pleasant person.
"Read the sign," he said.
They did. It said 'LOL CLOSED' in real big letters.
Sota suddenly remembered a sort of cliché way to get someone to do something. He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "Do you think you could you make an exception?"
The lemur sat down on the floor. "Aw, c'mon, Kujo. Just let the poor saps stay here for a couple minutes," she whined.
'Kujo' snatched up the money that the poor sap was clutching in his drenched little hands. "Fine."
Sota and Nozo sidled up to the counter and sat awkwardly on the cool little stool thingies. The lemur, whose name I will now reveal to you as 'Pomaran', hopped up in front of them.
"Hi!"
They both glared at her, their expressions about as stormy what was going on outside.
Nozo was suddenly struck with an idea. She called Kujo over, conjuring up quite a bit of money in her pocket, which she pulled out as if it had always been there. "If I give you this, will you make us something to eat?"
Kujo stared hard at the cash, and Nozo and Sota both held their breath. After what seemed like forever, he shot a blazing look at Nozo.
"Nice try," he said gravelly.
Pomaran made a flying leap at his head, interrupting what had been a very tense moment. "Speaking of food," she whined. "I'm hungry!"
Kujo pried her off and plopped her down on the counter. "Then eat something!"
She flopped around. "Nooooooooooo..."
"Okay, fine. I'll make you some [censored] food." he grumbled.
Pomaran just sat there. She screeched, "Heyyy, while you're at it, make these people some food too."
Nozo and Sota put on their sad, pathetic faces. Kujo caved.
"I'd like a sandwich, please," Sota chimed.
Kujo muttered something rude, stomping off into the kitchen.
THEREWASANAWKWARDMOMENTLOLANDTHENKUJOSANCAMEBACK
Sota and Nozo and Pomaran went om nom nom on the kawaii sammiches. Kujo was ashamed of having made such kawaii sammiches.
Pomaran finished her kawaii sammich and scooted across the counter to were the random people were on nom nomming on their kawaii sammiches. "So why are you random people here, anyway?"
Sota's kawaii sammich was causing him temporary but massive brain damage, so Nozo answered. "We're on some vague errand thing," she said curtly.
"Oh."
Pomaran was in the magical land of Equestria for exactly 0.0000007204 seconds. She then proceeded to arm wrestle Kujo on a whim and lost pathetically. Nozo stared with what could have been pity or boredom, though more likely both.
Suddenly, a vibration vibrated in Sota's pants pocket which would go unnoticed for about ten minutes, due to his temporary retardation.
Meanwhile, rodnE no kcab, Denver Nevada was attempting to call his friend. His previous phone stolen by evil sea monkeys, he was forced to stand at the payphone like a fool. The friend in question would definitely not recognise the number, but Denver was hoping that gullibility would rear its naïve head.
(Sorry, I was planning on making this all one chapter, but that's not really gonna work out. I'll see if I can finish by the next one.)
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