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Post by Jamie Lee on May 3, 2008 1:14:30 GMT -5
Bunnie made a face at the chilidog, then set it back down on the counter in favor of simply focusing on her drink.
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Post by Kildea Elena on May 3, 2008 16:03:46 GMT -5
Coral slid quietly into a free stool, making a soft "oooh" as it turned beneath her. I could have fun with this. She clutched her claws on the sides and turned again, and again. This was better than chili dogs, this was rotating heaven! With each spin, the crab's shell knocked the counter and got a bit more crooked. It took her several more turns realize what was going to happen and she immediately stopped moving (after a sock or three had flown out) and grasped the counter, coughing. Close. ... Had anyone noticed she was there yet? Coral looked down, hoping not. With her head still lowered the crab raised her hand and prepared to ask the first question of many. "S-so can I just order here or what?"
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Post by The Huggernaut on May 8, 2008 17:50:49 GMT -5
Crash glanced at the new arrival, then shrugged. "I guess you could order there. But you could order in any of the seats, really." The devil smirked a little, but the smirk faded as he glanced at Bunnie again. Something about how she was acting around him was setting HIM on edge. Great.
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Post by Leedzie on May 12, 2008 12:47:41 GMT -5
Uncle Chuck glanced at the newcomer, and was immediately taken over with a goofy grin. "Well now! I don't believe I've ever seen your face around here before!" Sauntering over to Coral's section of the counter, the hedgehog twisted his bristly mustache in what appeared to be intense thought. "Let me guess: You're a top secret government agent on a life-or-death mission to infiltrate the ranks of the Dark Legion and seduce its leader, gain access to his files, plant a stinkbug under his pillow, and make it back out, wherein you will turn over the data and assume a new identity after undergoing plastic surgery to make yourself look like a llama! Right?" Somehow that goofy grin got even goofier.
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Post by Kildea Elena on May 13, 2008 19:56:20 GMT -5
The crab glanced to Crash and nodded faintly before encountering the chili guru himself. In reference to his speech, Coral pulled at an invisible collar, gritting her teeth slightly. How'd he ever guess? "Well, I do like llamas... do you have a.. menu or daily special or am I going off the top of my head here? And, miss..." Coral turned with concerned eyebrows to Bunnie, tilting her chin upwards a little. "...did you happen to drop a pair of scissors in the road out there? They look like they might belong to you. Just a hunch."
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Post by Jamie Lee on May 24, 2008 23:09:36 GMT -5
"Hmm?" Bunnie turned as she was addressed. Scissors? She glanced back behind her. She didn't even recall carrying a set of scissors with her. "Nah, don't think so."
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Post by Kildea Elena on May 28, 2008 17:58:07 GMT -5
"Really? Oh, hm..." Coral turned away, the curious expression still sat on her face. Her legs waved beneath her above the ground. "So um... menu? Suggestions? I'm just simply awful at making these decisions."
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Post by The Huggernaut on Jun 2, 2008 12:09:06 GMT -5
Crash glanced at his chili dog, then at the hermit crab, before a slightly mischevious (almost downright "Chuck" like) smile crossed his face, only to be quickly hidden. "Try one of the chilis if you're feeling adventurous."
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Post by Leedzie on Jun 2, 2008 12:12:59 GMT -5
Uncle Chuck glanced up at the menu board. He couldn't really blame the girl for not knowing what he could serve her; his stand had been TP'd recently by a couple of his regulars, and he never did get to getting that particular spot cleaned up. But it wasn't his fault! He was too old to be climbing around like that! He could fall and break a hip or something! Turning back to the hermit crab, Chuck chuckled and nodded toward the board. "Apparently, today's special is Toilet Paper a la Mode."
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Post by Kildea Elena on Jun 9, 2008 16:45:16 GMT -5
Coral was intrigued. "Chili?" A beat. "Toilet paper?" The crab took this statement seriously as possibilities filled her thoughts. "Could you combine the two? A... toilet paper chili? Can we do that? Maybe throw in a sock, some cuttlebone..." And Coral's voice drew on, quieter with each, as her mind raced.
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Post by The Huggernaut on Jun 10, 2008 22:54:00 GMT -5
Crash just... STARED at Coral, and wasn't sure if she was serious or not... Chaos he hoped not.
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Post by Leedzie on Jun 23, 2008 18:29:05 GMT -5
A plate was suddenly plunked down in front of the nattering hermit crab, filled with a chili dog and fries. "Well, I don't THINK there's cuttlebone in this," Uncle Chuck announeced, "but then again, I AM an old man. I tend to forget things." That having been accomplished, the elder hedgehog then made his way back to the other end of the counter before Coral could attack him with those scissors for such a whacked out meal. "You've been awfully quiet today, kiddo. What's up? ... Or am I supposed to guess?" Grinning, Chuck apparently began doing the robot. "Or are we using interpretive dance today?"
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Post by Kildea Elena on Jun 28, 2008 13:50:37 GMT -5
The crab waited until the "old man" had turned, and snuck a claw into her shell. She took out a thick, white slab of something and quickly began to crush it in a power over the entirety of her food. A little cuttlebone never hurt anything... Coral now looked with delight on the plate and snatched up a fry. She took a bite (nevermind that it had been sorely torn at the puncture of her claw) and chewed slowly, an odd expression forming on her face. "This is... certainly not what I was expecting." She ate another. And another, and another. "This is better!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jul 9, 2008 19:40:36 GMT -5
Chuckling sheepishly, Bunnie looked up at the elder hedgehog and smiled awkwardly. "Oh, just some thoughts on mah mind, s'all." she answered, straining not to look over at Crash as she spoke.
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Post by The Huggernaut on Jul 9, 2008 22:22:19 GMT -5
Crash, meanwhile, was watching the television, taking more interest in when Metal Sonic appeared on the screen. " No... that's not the right one... could there be another one?"
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Post by Xenomina on Jul 20, 2008 1:24:09 GMT -5
At this time, a very cheery girl walked up to the bar, hugging the devil around the neck, interrupting his concentration. "Crashy-bear!" The porcupine squealed. "I had no clue you were in this town! <3" She sat next to him at the bar, her hand diligently taking it's place on his lap. If anyone looked, they'd notice a group of a few women and a couple of guys dressed in similar preppy fashion nearby.
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Post by Leedzie on Jul 20, 2008 1:37:23 GMT -5
"....." Chuck's goofy expression morphed into a concerned frown over Bunnie's behavior. There had to have been something serious hanging over her head for the child* to maintain such a sober attitude despite his invitations to join in the chaos. Though he wanted to pull her aside for further investigation, it looked like a new customer had shown up, and Chuck had to trust that if Bunnie wanted a private chat that she would invite herself back to the employee side of the counter. In the meantime, the old hedgehog skidded back down to Crash's section of the counter, and greeted the porcupine with a wide smile. And then the devil with an even wider one. "Well, I can certainly see that SOMETHING has changed in the last few years," he couldn't restrain himself from chuckling.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jul 20, 2008 1:43:00 GMT -5
Bunnie glanced back over at Crash, her eyes widening slightly at Pearl's affectionate display. Was he... were they...?!
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Post by The Huggernaut on Jul 20, 2008 1:48:44 GMT -5
Crash let out a, for him, rather odd noise, that could only be described as a cross between a squeak and a strangled shriek, then his head slowly turned, to confirm what his ears had already told him. "P-Pearl!? What are y-you...?" Of course, paying attention to him, one would notice that Pearl, as that was APPARENTLY the porcupine's name, HAD broken Crash's concentration. Into itty bitty pieces. And replaced it with a VERY intense urge to run. And a simultaneous incapability of doing so. So instead, Crash's fur simply stood up on end. Yes. All of it. It took a moment for Chuck's words to register, but when they did, Crash's eyes turned to the hedgehog. "Whaddya mean things cha-You think me... and HER!? OH CHAOS NO." In an almost spasmodic reaction, Crash tumbled out of his chair, AWAY from Pearl.
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Post by Xenomina on Jul 21, 2008 22:59:30 GMT -5
"Oh Crashy-bear, always the joker." Pearl giggled and smiled at the owner. "How could such a studly man such as him not get the ladies? Of course, he only has eyes for me..." Pearl got up from the stool and stood over him. "You ARE taking me out on that date Friday, right?"
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Post by Kildea Elena on Jul 22, 2008 22:50:44 GMT -5
Coral was halfway through her self-improved chili dog before she noticed the commotion near her. Her eyes widened as well at the sight of the oh-so-mutual love between the two, then fell simply on Pearl. How long has she been here? The crab slowly turned her head and stared down, furrowing her brow in thought. What is even going ON? In a similarly slow motion, Coral stood up and perched herself, still in a daze, in the free seat next to Bunnie. The quiet one must be sane. She tapped a claw on the counter and looked absently towards said 'quiet one'. Now I will befriend her with smooth phrases sprinkled with a hint of situational sarcasm. "When's the wedding?" Excellent.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jul 23, 2008 23:31:59 GMT -5
Bunnie glanced over at Coral, an almost startled expression on her face as she looked several times between her, Crash and Pearl. "Oh, uh, beats me, hon," she said awkwardly. It seemed as though her usual sense of humor had failed her in the midst of her confusion.
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Post by Leedzie on Jul 28, 2008 21:01:51 GMT -5
At Coral's comment, Chuck chuckled and leaned over the counter. "You know, I could always go get ordained over the internet and marry you kids right now," he grinned to the devil.
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Post by The Huggernaut on Jul 28, 2008 21:03:38 GMT -5
There was only silence from the devil, as one question hand seemed to reach up for the counter, to pull himself up... only to send Pearl a gesture that would be impolite in just about ANY society that used it. That task completed, Crash pulled himself up, nursing a new bump on his head from his fall, caused by a stool. With a glare at Chuck, he too received the same gesture. "I hope you both die in a fire."
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Post by Xenomina on Jul 28, 2008 23:42:30 GMT -5
Ignoring the gesture, Pearl smiled. "Oh Crash, you already know the only fire that I could possibly die from is my burning love for you." And as if to further drive the point, she lovingly kissed him on the cheek.
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Post by Kildea Elena on Jul 30, 2008 19:16:51 GMT -5
Any sense of joke or scorn was over Coral's head. Listening to Chuck's words she immediately stuffed a claw in the confines of her shell, digging a bit before pulling out an incredibly wilted daisy. It sagged in the crab's claw as she twisted it. "I can be the flower girl..."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Aug 21, 2008 20:47:00 GMT -5
AWKWARD RABBOT FEELS AWKWARD.
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Post by Leedzie on Oct 15, 2008 19:45:22 GMT -5
The old hedgehog couldn't help but smirk at the "loving" couple. However, before he could make another snarky comment, the image on the television screen stole his attention. "Hey, that's Tails!" he exclaimed, dashing for a better look. ". . . And it looks like he's hacking Metal Sonic. Wow, I bet he's either really excited or really nervous. Either way I think he's in danger of losing bladder control."
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Post by The Huggernaut on Oct 15, 2008 20:27:58 GMT -5
Crash's spine went almost RIGID as Pearl kissed his cheek, before slowly turning, and looking her RIGHT in the eye. "Get. The hell. Away from me." This said, Crash QUICKLY moved a few seats away, lowering his sunglasses over his eyes. The TV was the LEAST of his interests at the moment.
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Post by Xenomina on Oct 18, 2008 2:00:09 GMT -5
Pearl sighed, she actually sighed. And sat down in what used to be Crash's seat. She couldn't help but feel a little sad, just a little though. She knew how much her Crashy bear could take before she'd have to back off her advances for a bit; and just then, she almost went overboard. Crash, why can't you just accept that I love you?
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