Snippet #2217807

It was obvious to Anubis that this elderly man was not about to budge on this particular matter. He could have killed the man, his insolence merited such a response. But it was also obvious to Anubis that he did not look himself, and as such it was very likely that no one knew who he was. The old man would live because of his ignorance. Anubis glanced about to see several others looking at him and more so at his hound. He didn't want a fuss, at least not until he knew what was going on. So he sighed and nodded to Ammit, "Perhaps you had better wait outside, old friend." The big dog let out a whine of protest that Anubis was not accustomed to hearing from the creature, but none the less understood it's meaning.

"Yes, I know, but we must keep our heads down for now, best to do as we are told." He responded to Ammit. With a huff the dog got up and paced to the door, people scrambling out of her path as she did. With one last look over her shoulder, Ammit passed out of sight to await her master. Anubis looked back to the elderly man and gestured after the dog. "Is that satisfactory to you?" he asked.

The old security guard grunted and said, "Just see to it that it stays outside." before he ambled off. Anubis frowned after the man for a moment before his rumbling stomach turned his attention back to the food. He looked at those in line with him and followed what they were doing. They picked up trays of some solid material that Anubis was unfamiliar with and went through the line either picking out packaged this or that or being served hot food by elderly ladies in aprons. Being unsure what to do, Anubis made it through with a peanut butter sandwich, pizza, carrot sticks, a small bag of Cooler Ranch Doritos and a pickle. He glanced with uncertainty at the contents of his tray as he walked out to find a place to sit.

Anubis looked here and there, finding most tables full. But soon he spotted a place at a near empty one. It had a single occupant, the table did. A young man with dark hair and a pensive frown. Anubis made his way over and sat down at the table, one chair between him and the other man. He glanced at the dark haired man but said nothing, preceding to occupy himself deciding how to eat the thing called "pepperoni pizza".