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Ok ok, so here's the deal, here's the bee's knee's, this time it's going to be your oc going to the drive thru with the oc above! What do you think will happen? Are they going to troll the workers? Try to steal the food of the person's behind? Actually be wholesome and pay for the person behind them as well? Argue for a half hour on what they order? Honestly theirs so much bs that can go on! I also asked vapor permission to steal her rules.
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^ (I'll make Mateus loosely react so if ever you want to make him react according to what you think he'd react as, feel free to have fun XD Feel no pressure though)
Mateus being a god who wanted to destroy human man kind, Kjaya figured maybe she should show him some human greatness such as burgers. The god, not exempt from curiosity, accepted her generous offer of paying him food and learning about those... Drive thru's, maybe he'd come more often after that? Who knows, it all depends on what the creator ends up making him do. Ahem.
"Ok, normally we go to drive thru's by car, except during the pandemic when we couldn't go inside and those who did not have cars go on foot, I remember seeing someone doing a card board car once.. Was hilarious." Either way, she that wasn't the subject. She walked up and opened her garage door and inside, there was a motorcycle. She put on a jacket she usually put when on and grabbed up her helmet "I personally do not have a car, my brother does, but I have a motorcycle." she said as she tapped the hood of her bike with a prideful grin. "You'll see, it's great!"
The god ended up agreeing to go on it, she was about to give him a helmet before realizing... He had horns. "FUCK, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT..." She muttered, scratching her chin in thought "Eh, I'm a good driver. People are probably going to judge me for not giving you a helmet but I'm sure you're tough and I'll be careful." she climbed on, soon followed by Mateus sitting behind her and holding onto her as she told him to so he wouldn't fall. The golden grace couldn't help but leave some remarks "Why is this horse so cold? And why does it have two legs?" she couldn't help but crack up laughing before putting on her own helmet "First off, Matt, it's not a horse. It's not even alive. It's a motorcycle, and it actually goes very fast and the two 'legs' are wheels, they roll and that's what makes it move. You'll just see as it goes. By the way, how can you even feel it's cold with all that armor?"
With that said and done, they were off on the road, heading to one of the best burger restaurant. Obviously, though she was close, she didn't go to New York city, driving there was absolute mayhem and chaos, she went to another city where their was way less people and went to A&W. As soon as she arrived at the drive thru, a voice came out of the speaker "Welcome to A&W, my name is Jerry, how may I he-" but was interrupted by the Golden Grace as he spoke up "Oh fuck, Jerry is here??? How???" to which Kjaya shushed him "He could be a different Jerry, whoever the one your thinking of is?" she sighed before focusing back on the confused man who never asked anything of that.
"Yes hello, I would like to order two trios, two double Mozza burgers, one has onion rings, the other one has fries. I'll have a root beer and uhm..." she looked at Mateus, not even sure what he would enjoy so ended up saying "Two root beers, please!" the boy repeated the order before giving her the price "Very well, thank you very much!" she smiled before going up to the the paying window and pulled out her interact card to pay. Jerry pulled up, looking at Mateus, a little confused by the golden horned man while giving the machine to Kjaya, time to time looking at him and feeling intensly judged "Uh... uh... It's..." as he names the price again "Yes!" she chuckled, just putting in the tip as she always did and tapping her card.
Soon enough, a bag was brought to them which she put aside for the moment, "Mind holding this for me?" she asked as she passed the bag to Mateus before grabbing the two drinks and putting them in the drink holder "Thank you, have a nice day!" and she drove away to park somewhere they could eat. Once done, she took off her helmet and grinned "Alright, theirs all sorts of different kind of burgers but this one is one of my favorites, wasn't sure if you'd like root beer, unfortunately I don't have unlimited money, but I do have onion rings and fries so you can see if theirs one you like best and you can take it."
All the looks they had gained was honestly candy for this hyperactive werewolf, she couldn't help but giggle time to time. It wasn't every day she would get to do this type of joke, and with a talking car it was too good to not do it. And the confusion on the fast food worker was pure beauty, it tickled her so bad to see that but she did do her best to keep her composure and act as casual as can be.
Admittedly, Kjaya did feel a little bad for the one employee who was hyperventilating and 'oh no!' was the only thing that popped in her mind, she had no intention to actually make someone panick. She probably would come back later as a human, get something and just give them a very good tip since honestly, even if they forgot her root beer, no one trained them to handle a massive talking dog. They deserved a good tip for that. She would've given it had they taken the payment.
Once all this madness was said and done, the mischievous duo going through their laughing storm, she suddenly pressed on his horn only to hear the sound it made. She first flinch as she did not expect it, then went silent for about... 3 seconds, as she proceeded to process that information. His horn was so ridiculously cute that she fell in another giggle fit "THAT'S THE SOUND OF YOUR HORN?" she laughed, unable to contain herself anymore, probably to an embarassing point but really, she just thought it was terribly cute.
All the passerby's would see is a dieing dog in a car laughing her ass off, some kid did point it out 'Mom what is going on in that car?' and was quickly ushered away by her 'Come on, Thomas... Let's go..." as they quickly walked away. "I'M SO SORRY, I DON'T MEAN TO- IT'S SO CUTE!" and went back to laughing. She didn't want to mock him really, it was just hilarious for her and she was already in a giggle mood, so this did not help. She did curl up in a hit of a ball to the best she could inside the car to avoid touching the steering wheel again.
Somehow Humphrey ended up at the McDonald’s drive through with Parker. He stuck his head through a window to get a good look at the menu. “ Can I get! Uh YOO THEY HAVE POKÉMON?!” The green haired child bounced excitedly in his seat. “Can I get the chicken nugget mean pleeease.” Parker playfully smacked one of Humprey’s chairs.
Pony moment.
While Vapor was getting strangled by her cat's ass, Maribelle kicked into the sides of her horse, urging the mare forward on a sluggish walk. Concrete wasn't good for a horse's hooves, but cravings were cravings, whether that was supposed to be hers or Niáng's. She leaned down towards the drive-through window, away from the woman hanging on to the saddle behind her, but Maribelle was only met with the look of a very disappointed, very exhausted, and very underpaid Dairy Queen worker. It was almost midnight.
Before Maribelle could speak, the window closed again and the lights within the near-empty restaurant shut off. Underneath her, the mare huffed. They had been at this for hours.
"This is actually the worst." Maribelle said. She looked towards the dimly lit road, cars rolling down the street faster than her poor horse could go. It was hot outside, even at this hour, and no doubt both of them being a little too overdressed didn't help the situation, not to mention the hot flashes Maribelle got from frustration alone.
"Do you think they just magically know that... does the money we have even work in a place like this? I'm not... sure..." She hated not having the proper coinage. Nearly every time she tried to buy something from these weird, fancy, high-tech places, she was turned away! But, surely, Niáng could be of some help. Maribelle led her horse away from the window, and with a curled lip, looked back at the woman.
"..Aren't you supposed to have magic?" she asked, "Is it just swan shit, or can you be useful and turn my tens into proper... whatever they use here."
Roswell set himself straight on Gustav's back. The storm lantern in his hand gently rocked by the motion. The green light that radiated from the lamp hardly pierced through the extreme dense fog.
"Yer sure yer really, really want to get some fish? Loike roi now?" Roswell looked over his shoulder to Maribelle behind him on the same camel. He raised his eyebrow. Hardly visible in the thick frog. "Oi mean de last thin' oi want is roamin' around here at noight and get de wrong...-"
he rolled the hand that held the lantern. The light rolled a few seconds later. As if they were trapped in a zoetrope. Thieves-day. Roswell snorted. Normally a weather condition celebrated by the old man, but now that he was out on the street to feed some hungry child, he despised it.
"-Food," he muttered underneath his breath. "Foine." Roswell hung the lantern back on the chain before moving his hands back to the camel's reigns. He gently pressed his heels in the beast side, forcing it to walk further down the fog. Roswell squinted his eye, he could faintly make out the small market stalls along the paved road. Most stalls had their lanterns lit as well. But the reflective lights made it even harder to find the right stall. Roswell cursed. Why had he agreed to get her food? Surely Maribelle could take care of herself, with all that hunting gear. She was what? 12? Strong enough to be independent. He'd seen her do it too! That 'living out there'.
Roswell leaned forward in his saddle, his eye pinched to a slit as his teeth pressed on his lower lip. There! Roswell could just see the shapes of Drakenburg's most beloved, 'De Vliegvis (klaar terwijl je lacht!)' small fried fish stall. "Foine," he repeated. "Dis better be de best flippin' fish yer have gotten yer lil hands on," he warned Maribelle, as he carefully steered his camel towards the stal. As Gustav slowly made his way over to 'De Vliegvis (klaar terwijl je lacht!)' Roswell's hand reached for his coin bag. With his eye still laser focused on the stall, his fingers counted the coins he needed. Blindly. It was as if he was pickpocketing himself.
"Welvaart," he greeted the merchant as he finally halted Gustav. He raised his hand as the vendor wanted to start to complain about the weather. "Oi want some fried fish and-" Roswell glanced over his shoulder again towards Maribelle. "Tell 'm what yer want sweetpea." He smiled a bit forced. "Order de fish."
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AHEGE i loved that!! Ty for the reply!!
Kori wasn't supposed to be driving, but she wasn't about to tell Roswell that. What she was far more occupied by was where she was going to take him. He looked rather fancy, and he looked like he had expensive tastes. Kori's taste was a shitty drive through the coffee line, and that just wouldn't be compatible with the guest who sat in her ('borrowed') SUV. She intended to pretend it was her own so Roswell wouldn't see her with disdain, but if he did, the feeling might have been mutual. The moment she heard he was once a street magician, she regretted taking Roswell anywhere at all. Performer types were far too much trouble.
She rummaged around in her coin purse and pulled out a few small change coins, averting her gaze from her guest. "We can, uh, go to get burgers," Kori muttered, grimacing at her wallet's misfortune. She swore she brought more money with her than that! Either way, her wavering voice turned from embarrassment to grandeur in a moment. "Ah, I bet you haven't tried them yet! They're a luxury here," she lied. "Everyone loves them, so you will too. Only the best for you, huh?"
So, with that, Kori pulled into the nearest, shittiest burger joint she could find, almost amused with herself at her lie, hoping Roswell would believe her. She was convincing, but even if he caught on, buying someone so egotistical a terrible fast food burger would be worth the trouble it could cause when he found out.
"Look, you can even tell them to make it custom for you, adding extra stuff or leaving things off. It's the height of service around here. And technologically advanced, too! Hey, try leaning out the window and speaking into that shining box and see what happens, okay?"
fizzelston (tagging you bc its been a hot minute)
vvvv THIS IS SO AMAZING, AND SUPER DRIVE-THROUGH ACCURATE!! also you characterized kori PERFECTLY and I love this so much!!
^ (ALWFRGRHDYH I HONESTLY HAD FUN WRITING THAT)
He gives one big ass kick on his car wheel "Old piece of junk!" he grunted as he sighed out of exasperation before his eyes widened up at the offer. Did this man just offer him to buy him a new fucking car? Like, he had no idea it was his fault his car broke down, either way, he smiled awkwardly "Oh my god no, don't, I'll just bring it to scrap and get myself a new one, I could probably get something at least better now with my insurances and my savings!" he muttered "Very kind of you but that is too much to ask!"
Zen had quite recently met Ren and something about him made him want to get to know the man just a bit more, his appearence seemed to have caught the werewolves attention though he wasn't necessarily attracted to him in any romantic or sexual sense. But even to him, his presence would peak his curiosity and so he had striked up simple conversations with the man a few times. It was interesting to see another immortal being, though Zen wasn't completely immortal. He COULD die. Just not of natural means, sickness's, diseases or such. But he could be killed, and unlike the vampires of his world, he could not regenerate. It was just extremely hard to.
Nonetheless, as long as no one tried to brutally murder him, he was immortal. He entered his car, letting Ren take the passengers seat and muttered "If you hear some... Fucky wucky noise, that car is old. But don't worry, it's safe... I'll scrap it soon though." he chuckled awkwardly. He had started out with an older car since they were less expensive, but he knew this car would need to be changed soon. Their wasn't much questioning it. But on the current moment, it still did the job. He knew it did. Or did it?
As he was driving out to get to Starbuck's drive thru, but his car started doing more noise than it usually did which concerned the man. Noises it should not make "Bloody hell, what the fuck is going on?" mumbled the werewolf, it seemed his car wouldn't want to start up. Why? He tried a few times and finally managed to make it work, but as he was about to get out of the parking, he heard an exploding sound and immediately stopped his car. "WHAT THE FUCK?" he groaned as he climbed out, completely and utterly confused "I swear to god, it was fine when I got here!" he grinned awkwardly at the entity before starting up his car just to get precisely where the sound was from. He opened up the hood and could see smoke coming out "Oh fuck me dead, what is wrong with this bloody shit of a car!" as he went on mumbling curses under his breath at the car, exasperated as he couldn't find the cause of all this but it was absolutely breaking down. He scratched his head and turned off the car "Sorry mate, it's going to have to be the garage for me. Seems like my old coot gave it's last breath." he grinned awkwardly.
Though Zen was unaware of that, seemed like Ren's car curse had striked down Zen's car pretty hard!
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Zen definitely had a fun night. He loved to go out in festivals, sing along the songs he knew, dance. Though this time he remained more on the back to avoid the mosh pits so she didn't get trampled, he still very much enjoyed his time! He smiled at her "Well it's my pleasure, thank YOU for coming along~ I really had a good time tonight and I'm glad you did as well!" which had him think "Orchestra's are fun too, though, once in a while. Sometime I do go to orchestra's, but more those from video games or series." he wasn't really one to go to a classical music orchestra but their were still some he enjoyed. It was more rare he'd go to those, though.
"Hey, I'd be happy to teach you how to-" he was about to respond about the tiktok before her attention deviated to McDonalds. (because it was so cute I forgot this was about the drive thru and mcdonalds just confused me for a quick sec there XD) Immediately, side eyeing her, he was highly amused by the way her eyes lit up with excitement, she was terribly adorable and his smile widened up as he looked back at the front. He couldn't help but actually giggle as well. For him, there was nothing that special about McDonalds but it was fun to go there once in a while. So seeing her enthusiasm about it was pretty cute. "The castle banned him from McDonalds???" and now that had him laugh, poor man. He never thought he'd hear of someone so addicted to McDonald's food that they'd get banned from it. "Poor guy, but now I know how to get his approval if ever that comes to be a problem!" he grinned jokingly. But at the same time, he would absolutely sneak McDonalds to her father if he had the opportunity. He found that hilarious. He didn't know much about the man, but now he knew that he fucking loved McDonalds.
"As for paying, I doooon't know, I'm the one at the window~" a mischievously playful grin grew on his face "You'd have to be faster than me, not sure you'd manage to be faster than the one next to the window~" he loved making the paying a competition, he found that hilarious aswell.
As they got to the menu, he chuckled again and waved his hand "Don't worry about it, you're more excited than anything. I'm not here to judge you one what food you pick unless you're one of those who likes to do those wack ass food combination, in which case I'll judge silently." he teased lightly as he was about to get to the speaker "So McNuggets, fries and a McRib. Anything to drink aswell? I'll probably grab myself ice tea, a mcdouble and mcchicken sandwich." he was absolutely going to make a McGangBang with those two sandwich's.
"Thank you for looking after me today," Ennette chimed from the passenger seat, rubbing her ankle. "And for still taking me to that festival. I've heard of the genres of those bands before, and I'd heard snippets, but that was my first time hearing full songs from them. Live, too! It's far more thrilling than an orchestra." The energy of that whole festival definitely had her heart racing. No arranged seating-- no seats at all! Food trucks were everywhere, and there were stereos bigger than them! It was as overwhelming as it was thrilling, but ultimately she had fun, especially with Zen guiding her through it all. Lucky for her, too, because without his help she would have accidentally stumbled into a mosh pit.
"You had some unique dance moves," the princess couldn't help but giggle. "I'd like to learn them when my ankle is better, if you wouldn't mind teaching me. We could post it on that one site-- Ah, what was it called? Tiktok?" She immediately stopped when a familiar sight reached her. "Oh! Wow, there it is!" Before them was the mighty McDonald's, its golden arches guiding them like the Northern star. Ennette was completely enamored, her eyes wide and sparkling as she pressed herself against the window.
"My father told me about these! He loves the food here! So much so that the castle staff banned him from getting anymore! Oh, I've always been curious about these. Thank you for taking me! P-Please, let me pay for it!"
Realizing that the menu was on Zen's side, she leaned over to peek. Wow! McChicken! What did it mean? "I'd like to try what my father says he's always gotten: uh... chicken nuggets and fries. Oh! And a M-McRib?" Suddenly aware of herself, she gave her ride a bashful smile. "That's not very proper of me, is it?" Or... Or was it? She had no idea what a McRib was, maybe it really was prim and proper food! Ohh, she was too excited to be embarrassed, and the sparkles in her eyes returned immediately. "What are you going to get??"
They had food at home. Xander’s fingers drummed on the side of his steering wheel. The food at home was good. Healthy, green, (unlike the plant she'd gifted him a few days ago) and cooked with love. Still, Xander looked over to Ennette on the passenger seat. He couldn’t deny her this moment. She had worked too hard for it. Just like her father before her, Ennette was a determent student. She was maybe the best student he’d ever had. (Her competition was her father… And a particular shrimp-like merchant’s son.)
Xander quickly smiled as their eyes met. “I have to admit, madam, that I’m a bit out of my element here as well.” he said. Xander craned his head slightly forwards as he watched the automobiles before them in the queue. “But we will figure it out, right? Together?” Xander’s fingers slightly tensed around the leather of his steering wheel. His flashy yellow car matched the big M that towered above them. Good Void. Xander loved touring in his small car, but something about this ‘drive through’ gave him the chills. Small passages, cars before and after him in line, quick decisions. Xander’s lips twisted in a straight line. He wasn’t made for this kind of stress.
“I was thinking about getting us a strawberry milkshake,” he said. As the automobile slowly inched forward towards the speaker post. Sweat beaded on his arms. “Or vanilla? Banana flavored?” Xander’s gaze quickly shifted between Ennette and the slowly inching closer speaker.
“Maybe we shouldn’t order anything, madam,” he said. Pause. “Or three milkshakes. Oh, what if the ice cream machine is broke? What do you want to order instead?”
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For NP: Xander is… Not good in making quick decisions AND he's a vegetarian :-) . He’s not a fan of fast food at all, I am sorry.
The people behind them in line
Xander’s elbow rested on the window frame of his car. There were so many choices, his head rested in his hand, so many bad choices. Xander’s eyes were glued to the menu. His fingers tapping his jaw. The constant buzzing, stir and slightly fart-like sounds, didn’t make the situation easier for Xander.
“Hu? Oh, sorry madam, I think I had dozed off for a bit.” he had not. The choices had only dulled his mind. He looked up at Daria and this… Pile of living gears on her lap and managed to smile.
“Does your… Little friend, eat as well?” he couldn’t help but ask. Those soulless eyes, those ‘o’ for mouths. Xander grimaced. “Or breath. At all....?”
The singer quickly shifted his gaze back to the menu. The constant tapping of his fingers paused. “Ah, I am not a fan of fries - oh, a salad.” Xander frowned. The fingers still resting on his chin tensed. Oh. He hadn’t thought that simply ask people to not put meat in his food was an option here. Xander’s frown deepened as he studied the menu for the 50th time. One of the cars behind them honked. They had been in this limbo for what felt like decades.
“Yes of course! Coca-Cola and fries,” he repeated, half to himself.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t mind, not at all,” he absentmindedly agreed. If they ever get out of here. “You can inspect its engine if you’d like.” Another horn.
Xander nodded. “Cookies. I think I’ll take a cookie too. Oh, no. Maybe a salad? No… Maybe the corn-”
Daria... was presumably taken pity upon. She was a trash child, just a little bit, who loved fast food more than she ever loved life itself -- and fast food was the reason for her to stay alive. Sat awkwardly in the vehicle beside the older man, cradling her pokemon in her arms, she peered over his shoulder at the menu. She already had in mind what she wanted. Nothing expensive, though she was sure Xander, the rich old man he was, could pay for whatever she wanted anyhow. The situation was just... not infuriating him, so she wasn't going to ask for one of everything from the menu, even as placid as he was.
The klink buzzed, and stirred, and spun around. Keeping it in its capsule when it was excited was almost impossible, so she was just not going to bother. Was she a little embarrassed? Yeah. Of course. Kind of hard not to be embarrassed when your pile of gears sounded like it was forever farting.
"They have good fries here... and salads." said Daria, with a look over at the singer. She wasn't sure what vegetarians liked. She could not relate. "You could get the apple pecan salad, just tell them to make it without chicken, and if they put it in there anyway... you could sue." Not funny, kid. "Could I get the Baconator combo, though? I want a Coca Cola with mine, and fries."
"And once we get back -- ugh, wait, we should get something for Hotaru too -- once we get back, you mind if I took a look at your car? Not a lot of ones like this back home." she continued on, "Kind of want to dig into the engine... not literally. I won't mess it up. Just wanna see it and all that, not much else, this one probably costs a fortune anywhere in the known... interdimensional thingy..." She studied the glowing menu for a little long. "You think you could get a bunch of cookies, too? That'll keep my friend from bugging us."
Just recently getting her driver's license not too long ago, she pulled around the parking lot to let Daria in the passenger seat. Unfortunately for her sight, Orba was squished up towards the steering wheel, with the seat dragged up to accommodate the lack of height. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just not tall." Before she could recommend a place to eat, she stared at the Klink in Daria's lap, an actual Pokemon, she thought. She was beaming on the inside, low-key jealous even. "... I don't think the place we're going has Pokemon goods, we could stop by the convenience store if you need to. But I can't stay out too late, it's Mum's car, and I got a curfew with it. Lame, I know." She started the engine and pulled off.
Pulling into the Hardee's drive thru, she was just behind the car that was taking an order. The menu was just a little of reach for her, but Orba comes by every week. It wasn't healthy, yes, but she didn't care. Tying her hair and moving her head back so the Pokemon trainer could see some part of the menu, "I already know what I want. The only thing I value is the five tender combo. Five ninety-nine, best deal. Fries and everything. But uh, they got hamburgers too. It's like Carl Jr's."
CaeliGlori I'm warning you he's deranged
Swerving into the drive-thru in the shittiest car you can imagine, Ren nearly rear-ends the bumper of whatever sorry bastard is queued up in line before them. A swift slam on the brake is enough to prevent an accident but at the cost of a sudden jerk to both their heads. Ouch. To say Ren was a bad driver was an understatement. Seemingly unfazed however, he brushes a loose strand of silver hair out of his face before turning to Orba with a conceited grin. “Just got the brakes fixed on this thing, can you believe it?” The pokémon trainer didn't have a particularly infuriating presence so he had no reason to get all pissy with her, but his 'pleasant' mood would prove to be just as obnoxious.
Okay, now for the order. Ren loves ordering people around so he doesn’t hesitate in the slightest to roll down a squeaking window that was in long need of greasing. Furrowing his brows, he clears his throat and proceeds to shout out the order like a goddamn drill sergeant. “Number 7,” he yells like some kind of old man talking on the phone. Okay, no friendly greeting, but so far so good. “No onions, no tomatoes,” his eyes narrow slightly, “-and don’t forget the ketchup like last time, or else I’m gonna fucking crawl through the window and shove your head into a goddamn grease fryer.” That will be all. Letting out a huff, his scowl is quickly replaced with a devious grin as he gives Orba a playful nudge, “heh, gotta put some fear into those fuckers so they’ll do their job right.” Yeah, he was a retail worker’s nightmare–and apparently he forgot to ask what Orba wanted too.
Foot tapping lightly against the pedal, he calmly proceeds toward the first window to pay. Well, not like he’d be paying. Empty wallet was no good for these sorts of things, but surely his company was feeling generous. With one hand on the wheel, he swings the other out toward Obra with fingers motioning for that sweet cash. “You’ve got this covered, right?” If not, a good ole’ hit and run was always an option.
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Ren can’t help himself from shooting Dal a judgmental stare, making no effort to hide the scrutiny on his face. Who’s fucking idea was it to give these things autonomy? Ugh, whatever. Ren will put up with it if it means getting a free meal. A ride in a luxury car was a bonus, but he could do without that damn annoying music. What the hell was an expensive looking robot like her doing entertaining him, anyways? Far as he could figure she probably mistook him for an actual client, but no way in hell was he gonna point that out now, not when there’s food on the line. He was getting real fucking sick and tired of his own cooking.
He shoves off the tap to his shoulder with an annoyed grumble. Far as he knew the thing wasn’t even fucking sentient so he can’t imagine her suggestions are worth listening to. God, just shut up and do as you’re told, dammit. Ren didn't want to take any orders from a goddamn robot. Like a fucking window cashier clerk was gonna have the balls to report him to authorities, those dumb bastards don’t get paid enough to give enough of a shit. Crossing his arms, he peers out the window and tries to enjoy the peace while it lasts.
And it didn’t last very long. The android wraps an arm around his own and much to his horror, pulls him in for a peck on the cheek. What the fuck. “Boyfriend?” He blurts out, ignorantly foiling Dal’s strategic scheme with a blunt shove to her shoulder. Wiping his cheek with the back of his hand, he turns to the AI with an annoyed glare, “where the hell did you get that idea?” Did she take him as one of those loser virgin customers? Un-fucking believable. The last thing he wanted was e-waste like her anywhere up in his personal space. He’d sure as hell be doing a little review-bombing after this bullshit.
And now to take care of that window gawker. Clearing his throat, he narrows his gaze and raises his hand with the stern point of a finger, “Quit fucking staring and hand over the food.” That's all he was here for, anyways.