Snippet #2382752

As soon as this strange presence approached the table, he knew it was over. Even Seph's weird neck pinch didn't do much. It felt like his entire body were on fire. He wanted, no, he NEEDED to- Suddenly he heard the voice, and he snapped. He suddenly stood, his hands slamming against the table as he did so. The wood around his hands gave way, splintering and leaving a rough impression of his palms. A few startled humans looked at him, but as always they looked away with slightly befuddled expressions. They only ever saw what they thought was there.

He turned and bumped into the man, if he could call it a man, exclaimed an abrupt apology, ran to the counter, slammed down his hands and panted. "Three dozen- no, ALL the scones, NOW!" The man behind the counter let his jaw drop. Who the hell would order an entire shelf of scones!? "And tea, yes, black tea. Twelve of them." Now the man's eyes lit up with greed as he replied, "Yes sir! That'll be two-hundred, thirty-four dollars and ninety-eight cents." He looked into the wallet in his hand and pulled out two hundreds and a fifty, got the change, and a tray laden with scones, to start. He sat down at the booth again and ate a scone in two bites. Suddenly he was calm again. In fact he looked as happy and carefree as he had when Seph first met him. The world could be crumbling down around him, but if Soul had any form of baked goods, he couldn't care less.

He wiped his mouth as the first of his twelve teas arrived. He took a sip and looked the stranger in the eye, grinning like the fool most people took him to be. "Soul is afraid he must agree with Seph, though Soul appreciates your concern." That grin threatened to split his face in half. "Please, introduce yourself. Here, have a scone!" He picked a rather scrumptious looking scone from the tray and offered it to the vampire stranger.