FUCK YEAH, STEAK. [Closed]
Characters: Franziska von Karma, Synchron fon Elemni and Kongou Agon. yeah I put him last wut nao.
Content: Since Sync still doesn't trust the Kitchen to some degree, he decides to scout around for food and gains some unwanted company. And by 'unwanted company' he'd rather kill himself then be in the same room with them. I do believe the rest of the Victoria II understands.
Setting: Some steakhouse somewhere in Kropmork.
Time: Midday, during lunch rush.
Warnings: It has Agon. Need I say more?
"Table for one?"
"Please."
"Ah, you're in luck. It looks like you'll be getting the last one. Please follow me."
Sync sighed as he was escorted deeper into the restaurant, sidestepping any chairs that were pushed back too far while avoiding any wandering waiters. Though he would've rather dined in a quieter atmosphere, steak was steak and he couldn't say no to food that hadn't been prepared on the Victoria II.
His suspicions were at least somewhat justified. Though Ryhohei had been pulled from kitchen duty, there was that weird redhead he stumbled across the other night. If she was as 'psychotic' as Rolo pitifully claimed, then he simply couldn't trust whatever she prepared. Yet it wasn't as if their case was completely hopeless, but since they were docked then he had no qualms spending whatever amount of money it took to get some quality food.
"Here's your menu. The waiter will come by shortly." Sync simply nodded as he took his seat, picking up the menu set before him and skimmed through the dishes available.
Content: Since Sync still doesn't trust the Kitchen to some degree, he decides to scout around for food and gains some unwanted company. And by 'unwanted company' he'd rather kill himself then be in the same room with them. I do believe the rest of the Victoria II understands.
Setting: Some steakhouse somewhere in Kropmork.
Time: Midday, during lunch rush.
Warnings: It has Agon. Need I say more?
"Table for one?"
"Please."
"Ah, you're in luck. It looks like you'll be getting the last one. Please follow me."
Sync sighed as he was escorted deeper into the restaurant, sidestepping any chairs that were pushed back too far while avoiding any wandering waiters. Though he would've rather dined in a quieter atmosphere, steak was steak and he couldn't say no to food that hadn't been prepared on the Victoria II.
His suspicions were at least somewhat justified. Though Ryhohei had been pulled from kitchen duty, there was that weird redhead he stumbled across the other night. If she was as 'psychotic' as Rolo pitifully claimed, then he simply couldn't trust whatever she prepared. Yet it wasn't as if their case was completely hopeless, but since they were docked then he had no qualms spending whatever amount of money it took to get some quality food.
"Here's your menu. The waiter will come by shortly." Sync simply nodded as he took his seat, picking up the menu set before him and skimmed through the dishes available.