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it manipulated the handle. As soon as there was a crack in the door Midgra
shoved his snout into it and shoved the door open, popping back into the
waiting area with a triumphant aura around him, small smirk on his face as
he looked at the waiter who had ejected him.
"Two!" he said with a hyena like laugh, holding up three fingers and waiting
for Veji to stop behind him. While the waiter seemed none too amused with the
return of the vermin, he looked at the Saiyan and decided between them they
must be able to afford something. Promptly, they were taken to a booth close to
a window as per Veji's request. Midgra scampered in, ears the first thing visible
as his head popped back up into view.
The annoyed waiter began to spout out his pre recorded lines about the special
of the day when Midgra interrupted him, throwing his menu on the floor.
"Meat!" Midgra yapped.
A small pause followed, and the waitier slowly attempted to continue with his
explanation of the specials, to no avail.
"Meat! Ham! Bacon! Sausage! Steak! MEAT! LOTS!" he barked loudly at the waiter,
catching the attention of several other patrons as he panted excitedly, drooling
a bit on the table. Every time the man tried to continue, Midgra would bark
again, until he gave up and turned to Veji, simply writing "meat" on his sketchpad.
"And for you, 'sir'?" He posited towards Veji.
"I'm not all too particular. I'll take this evenings special, and a glass of soda." He spoke softly, and politely, before folding his menu and placing it to the edge of the table for the waiter to take. He could only assume that such dissonance betwixt he, and his temporary guest, would surely stir some sense of skewed perception in the man taking their orders. "As for my guest, do your best to offer him what he's asking for; I don't mind paying extra to satisfy his appetite. I'd be pleased if you could accomodate his requests reasonably." He added with a smile, hands coming together in an elegant manner with fingers interlaced. He wanted to make sure that the small individuals stomach wouldn't leave the establishment feeling unfulfilled.
No sooner than the waiter had left, though, an eerie, almost ghoulish, figure began to fade into view just behind Vegeshin's shoulder off to the right; piercing lime orbs shimmering in sockets ringed with black. The individual, in question, appeared almost fiendish, with an amber-orange orb sporting a single star locked into a socket attached to an adorning helm of sorts. His pale blue skin seemed to refract light, whilst the rest of his ensemble appeared obsidian, flecked with golden filagree in various places.
"I shouldn't be so surprised to find you acting the part of a louse and shirking your responsibilities." He began in but a whisper. "Perhaps it a poor time to mention that a ruckus seems to be stirring some miles away from the city? I wouldn't dare accost you as such were it not for the simple fact that, as it appears, mortal, mundane, authorities won't likely be able to handle such obnoxious gnats." He continued, earning a tired, and weathered, sigh of disappointment from the pale lavender eyed individual.
"Surely it can wait until I've finished my meal? I don't dismiss my duties all too often, but in this situation, I'm sure other individuals of capable means will intervene shortly. I dare say anything involving trouble and this city, in any capacity, would likely earn the attention of others with the ability to solve such trivial issues." He murmured.
To be a paragon such as he brought with it a responsibility he, whilst often adhered to, sometimes toed a line between contentment and irritability. With a sudden dismissive wave, he offered a smile in Midgra's direction; almost forgetting that his companion wouldn't have the slightest clue who the nigh phantom-esque silhouette behind him happened to be.
"Before you find yourself spooked, this is my overseeing mentor, you could say. My teacher..." He quickly explained, hoping that would tide the small little rascal over and prevent a scene.
"For a while, I just wandered the street, wondering what to do. I came to a small secondhand shop - you know the sort - and bought a small travel pamphlet. Inside I saw wonderous places, ancient ruins, sparkling cities, mysterious planets never before seen or touched by man/humanoidkind! I knew, at once, I must go to all those places.
"So I found myself going to a small street diner by the name of Canti's. I walked in, putting a few quarters into the jukebox and tuning it to some lively Roaring Twenties swing music, and sat by the booth and ordered a bit of lunch. Eggs, bacon and sausage, topped off with some freshly squeezed cider. It was most delicious.
"After my meal, I turned and examined the room, wondering if I could make a friend, or at least a few japes, before I took off."