[PRP] ..What the eff.... (Strider & Quint)

[Pales]

Quint was taking some time to himself on the campus. He just quietly skulked about for the time being, doing his best to look as grouchy and unapproachable as possible.

(Secretly, he wanted friends but he'd never admit that.)

After a while of walking aimlessly about he decided to loiter nearby the cafeteria for now. Ugh. Maybe he should go to the Maul? Nah. That seemed 'risky' for some reason. Risky mostly because there were too many people to be all up in his gills.

Maybe he should go get something to eat... Food did sound pretty good.

chiickadee

 

[chiickadee]

Strider, on the other hand, never had a shortage of friends.

""""Friends.""""

Groupies, more like it. He had a little trail of ghouls following him at the moment and although their company was pleasant, he gave them a very pained farewell and willed them away while he went to get food.

Unfortunately, some other shark a*****e was stalking around the entrance. Great.

Strider approached and gave the boil a melodramatic as jack sigh complimented by a nice eyeroll.  

[Pales]

Who the hell was this douchecruiseship with a fleet of mini douchettes bobbing along after him?

Oh. Oh. He did not just...

But he did. Quint sort of stood up a bit straighter and raised an eyebrow, "The ******** is your issue, pal? I'm not that ********' big. You can just go in." He even gestured with a hand to let the other past since he wasn't sure if he wanted to eat yet or not.

Quint didn't want to be an entire tool bag about it. Took too much precious energy.

chiickadee

 

[chiickadee]

Strider blinked a few times, clearly unused to such a harsh response. Them his face relaxed and he let out the kind of sigh that belonged to a knowing friend despite being a complete stranger.

"Thanks man," he said, but he didn't move. Instead he gestured towards the door with a smug expression. "But after you. I insist."

Always a gentleman.

pales

sorry! Am slow bcuz school

 

[Pales]

Seriously, this guy had some brain damage going or something.

They were at a standstill unless someone did something and that is what annoyed Quint the most, and he almost wanted to be even more stubborn and stand there longer still. Eventually he decided to do the sane thing and just stomp into the cafeteria, "HAPPY NOW?" he bellowed out showing that he was very unhappy at having lost the little moment outside.

He WAS hungry but still. Quint stomped up to gather his meal together, "********' snotfaced a*****e comin' up like he owns the place," grumbling along as he did so.

chiickadee

You're fine! I've been having the health blahs.