Post by York on Jan 9, 2021 21:51:34 GMT -5
Rubbing the compounding ice cream over his face and burns, Idol was feeling like a new man already. What were those dorks at the hospital charging so much when there was a more affordable solution right down the street. Granted, with his lack of finances on his person at the time, there was no way he’d be able to pay for any of the food he’d eaten or spilled in the fight with the cat, but surely there would be some form of reward in place for taking down a menace like that. The marines would have to be foolish not to place a bounty on that cat’s furry little head.
“Alright, that’s getting a little too cold,” Idol thought, rubbing his eyes but still unable to see properly. “One of these has to be the coffee dispenser, right?”
Idol waved his arms around for another handle, but froze in his tracks when he heard the door opening and a number of people entering the restaurant. Idol raised his ice cream covered head in an attempt to warn them, but he relaxed and lowered his head again when one of them introduced themselves. A sigh left Idol’s mouth as the Marine Ensign alerted him of the cat’s many crimes and how they were here to take it away.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re here. A bit late, but better late than never” Idol said, pulling a table cloth over his lower body to avoid his own public indecency charge. “I softened them up for you,” he added, pointing to where he thought the restaurant manager lie, “but be careful, Ensign, they can change their shape at a moment’s notice.” Using the tablecloth, Idol wiped at his eyes to free them from the mess he’d made over them. If the marines were going to put this cat away behind bars, then he wanted to have a front row seat.
“Alright, that’s getting a little too cold,” Idol thought, rubbing his eyes but still unable to see properly. “One of these has to be the coffee dispenser, right?”
Idol waved his arms around for another handle, but froze in his tracks when he heard the door opening and a number of people entering the restaurant. Idol raised his ice cream covered head in an attempt to warn them, but he relaxed and lowered his head again when one of them introduced themselves. A sigh left Idol’s mouth as the Marine Ensign alerted him of the cat’s many crimes and how they were here to take it away.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re here. A bit late, but better late than never” Idol said, pulling a table cloth over his lower body to avoid his own public indecency charge. “I softened them up for you,” he added, pointing to where he thought the restaurant manager lie, “but be careful, Ensign, they can change their shape at a moment’s notice.” Using the tablecloth, Idol wiped at his eyes to free them from the mess he’d made over them. If the marines were going to put this cat away behind bars, then he wanted to have a front row seat.