Lunch Break

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For a split second, the dull, absent look left Wee Dingwall's face, and a look of pure, berserker rage replaced it. But only for a moment, then the dull, almost lazy expression was back in place. It would take a lot more provocation than that for him to sink into a full berserker rage without his father's command.

"I dinnae care what you're doing. Just don't block the food," he said, shrugging a bit. He'd faced Mor'du alongside his clan, and the other clans, ready to fight the great bear with spear in hand. This bird-creature didn't scare him. He wasn't too keen about sorcery, and witches, but other than that, he didn't scare easily.

"So, are you gonna eat, or just stand there?" he asked, looking Brock over slowly. If the creature didn't hurry, Wee Dingwall would be tempted to push his way past the bird.

[Angel]

Dec 5, 2013 9:19:34 GMT Vanellope said:

"Nah, I got 'em... I think." Vanellope wobbled slightly, and a couple of meatballs fell off the far side of one plate and rolled across the floor. It wasn't so much that she was disinclined to accept the help that had been offered as that she wasn't at all sure how Angel would be able to carry a plate. After all, if the pomeranian took it in her mouth, given the plate's shape, wouldn't the spaghetti all slide down it and hit her in the face? As amusing as that might be to watch, Vanellope was starting to take a liking to Angel, so she would rather spare the small dog that embarassment. Besides, she wasn't doing too bad, really; without Taffyta or Rancis or Gloyd or any of the other racers about to purposefully make this more difficult for her, Vanellope figured she had a good chance of making it.

Though she didn't risk a look back over her shoulder, the glitch smirked slightly as she heard the dialogue begining between Brock and the newcomer. With a little luck, that would distract the monster from bugging her and Angel any more this lunchtime.

She was almost to the table she'd picked out by now; as far as Vanellope was concerned, she was near enough that there wasn't any real chance of anything going wrong within the last meter or so before she reached it. Though to think that may just have been tempting fate.

Angel nodded a little and opened her mouth to speak again, but she'd noticed a couple of the meatballs had attempted an escape from the plates. Instinct kicked in, and within moments the pom was snatching them up off the ground. She didn't care what anyone thought of her actions, though. Hungry stray was hungry, and she was going to take the chance so she could save whoever it was that cleaned up the place the trouble of doing so.

Warmth washed over Angel as she ate the meatballs. They were still warm and pleasant, which caused her tail to wag a bit as she finished them off. Sauce clung to her fluffy face, though, as evidence of her deed. Angel didn't care in spite of this. She'd gotten a couple of extra meatballs out of the deal and was quite pleased with herself. Soon, she got up and padded after Vanellope again. So far, so good. They were almost at the table they wanted to be at and there didn't appear to be much of a chance that Brock would try to scare the doodie out of them again. Maybe it was safe to say that they were out of the woods.

"Just a few more steps," Angel said at length. She knew Vanellope could probably tell this much from looking, but it still felt necessary to say.

[Brock]

Brock growled. No HUMAN was going to stand in front of him. His beak folded into a violent snarl, his claws extended, eyes narrowed. While keeping his distance, the male stayed where he was. His head lifted towards the blonde fluffy male before his beak rippled into his words. "Make me."

His eyes broke however as he turned to Vanellope. "HEY! WAIT A DAMN SECOND KID!" Rushing on two legs, accidentally giving the guy what he wanted, Brock flexed his claws and lept over the kid. In front of the dog no less. "GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHRRR!"

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[Vanellope]

It had to happen.

Vanellope had just been congratulating herself on reaching the table without mishap, just moving to put the plates down, when the monster had leapt in front of them and loosed a huge bellow. Usually - since he didn't seem that threatening, just as if he liked to roar - Vanellope would have held her ground and weathered the roar's duration unfazed.

Usually, however, she wasn't laden with plates of food. All it took was for the force of the roar to bowl her back a couple of steps - and Vanellope lost her balance and went down. Spaghetti and meatballs went everywhere, though the vast majority of it slopped down Vanellope's front, leaving her smart white shirt and her green tie stained orange from the sauce. Her body gave another glitch spasm, this one sparked by her irritation, as Vanellope regained her footing, glowering at Brock.

"Do ya mind?!" she demanded, trying with no success whatsoever to brush her uniform clean."I'm actually tryin' to get a meal here, you dumb bird."

[Angel]

When Brock leaped in front of them again and bellowed at the pair of them, Angel could hardly keep herself from yelping in spite of herself. She leaped back a couple of steps, mostly out of instinct, and had to watch as Vanellope went down with the plates of food going along for the ride. When both the girl and the food landed, Angel had to cringe a bit. Not only had the food spilt everywhere, but it also had gotten all over Vanellope's front. Needless to say, the girl was a mess and their lunch had been ruined for the moment. Angel could manage to clean up the floor decently enough, even if it was considered gross to do so, but she doubted dog saliva would have the desired effect on Vanellope's clothing.

That just left dealing with Brock after the fact. Blue eyes narrowed a bit and she stepped forward.

"What was that for?"

[Brock]

He couldn't help but snicker slightly, purple claw covering his beak as he noted the spaghetti covering the ebony haired human child. He leaned back, chest puffed out as he crossed his arms over his chest. "My problem? Human kids with attitudes. I'm sure your door went dead years ago." It was an insult in the monster world. He grinned, head lifting, waving a purple hand at the dog. He kept at arms length though; he still didn't wanna get her toxins all over him.

"It's cool, little dude," he chuckled, "Point proven. I scared you. No need to do anything else. Heh." Now for the food, he thought, licking his beak, ignoring Vanellope and moving his smelly feather towards the food.

Meanwhile, nose twitching, a small chubby mouse closed in on Vanellope and Angel. He'd been watching the girls from afar, wondering (because he didn't understand he didn't have to steal food) if he could pick some food off of Vanellope's plate when she wasn't looking. But Martin saw the display and felt terrible. He bit his lip and lept towards her. "Hey," he said, "D'you need some help cleaning up?"

[Vanellope]

Vanellope could have argued that she hadn't been scared at all - and she would have been telling the truth, too. She could have; but while she was standing here dripping sauce everywhere, Vanellope figured she had more pressing concerns than caring whether some bird-creature thought he'd scared her or not. She brushed at her formerly-white shirt once more with no effect at all save to smear the sauce even further across it. With a frustrated sigh, Vanellope abandoned the attempt and moodily kicked one of the dropped meatballs across the floor, glowering darkly after Brock's retreating form.

Just great.

It wasn't like she wasn't thoroughly used to getting covered in food substances - in a world made entirely of them, that was hard to avoid anyway, and even moreso when everyone else loved to pick on her - but that made it nonetheless irritating to have had her and Angel's lunch ruined. Not to mention her uniform, too; though she did have a spare set of the clothes back in her dorm, at least.

"Sorry, Angel. Looks like I'll hafta go get another two plates," the little glitch huffed, looking down at her companion. True, she needed to clean herself up and change her clothes too; but for the girl who'd had to scrounge to survive for as long as she could remember, grabbing food while she could was her highest priority. Before she could move back towards the counter, however, a small voice piping up caught Vanellope's attention.

It didn't take long for her to notice the mouse. She was still having trouble getting used to anyone showing concern for her at all, but apparently that was what some people did outside of Sugar Rush? At least for as long as they didn't realise what she was. Anyone knew she was a glitch, Vanellope figured she'd get just the same treatment as back home, so she was going to keep that secret tightly bottled up. "I guess if ya want to, you can," she shrugged noncomitally.