Room 313 | Monday Afternoon
After class, Nico decided to drown the sorrows of the weekend and class with his very favorite food. If anything could make Nico forget all the stupid things he'd said and done, it was a double cheeseburger. Not wanting to bug Luke, he'd left the island and hit up the first McDonald's he saw.
Now Nico's mouth watered with the taste of the delightful burger fragrance filling the dorm room as he prepared everything he might need for an afternoon of burgers, fries, and killing zombies with a frying pan. Finally he was ready, but when he reached into the bag and pulled out a burger, Nico found himself holding a bowl of cold spaghetti-o's.
Rest assured that while the expletives uttered at that moment were not repeatable, they were quite descriptive and surprisingly imaginative. He stared at the bowl in his hand, not knowing where the bun, the pickles, the imitation onion, the sliced cheese, or the patty had disappeared to or, more importantly, how to make them come back!
It only got worse when Nico dumped the bag of food on the floor and each time he dared touch something with the intent to eat it, it became yet another bowl of cold spaghetti-o's. This really wasn't helping his mood or the temperature of the room.
[Open, sure!]
Now Nico's mouth watered with the taste of the delightful burger fragrance filling the dorm room as he prepared everything he might need for an afternoon of burgers, fries, and killing zombies with a frying pan. Finally he was ready, but when he reached into the bag and pulled out a burger, Nico found himself holding a bowl of cold spaghetti-o's.
Rest assured that while the expletives uttered at that moment were not repeatable, they were quite descriptive and surprisingly imaginative. He stared at the bowl in his hand, not knowing where the bun, the pickles, the imitation onion, the sliced cheese, or the patty had disappeared to or, more importantly, how to make them come back!
It only got worse when Nico dumped the bag of food on the floor and each time he dared touch something with the intent to eat it, it became yet another bowl of cold spaghetti-o's. This really wasn't helping his mood or the temperature of the room.
[Open, sure!]