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Post by petdr89 on Feb 13, 2008 12:07:36 GMT -5
Upon entering, Bryden looked around, head twitching slightly from side to side. This place gave him the creeps, to be quite honest; it looked like the kind of place where shady dealings went on after dark...and since it was currently after dark, he definitely wasn't sure how he felt about it. The usul that came out of the kitchen seemed nice enough, though, and helped calm his nerves. "Uh, um," he stuttered while he thought of what he wanted, "I-I like vegetarian pizza, i-if that's alright w-with you. B-but, I guess i-it doesn't r-really matter to me."
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Post by ultraviolet on Feb 15, 2008 19:16:45 GMT -5
"Me too," she said with a slight smile - to be honest she wasn't a strict vegetarian - she would have likely picked the meat off and eaten it all the same. Mostly she did it to keep healthy.
"One large vegetarian pizza, to go, please." The Usul nodded and keyed it in to the register.
Lilley ignored Bryden's attempt to pay and handed the Usul the money - it wasn't as if she was saving for anything.
The Usul smiled brightly, "That'll just be a few minutes", before heading out to the kitchens.
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Post by petdr89 on Mar 2, 2008 13:31:57 GMT -5
Bryden had been fumbling through his pockets once again when the order rang up, but she had paid before he could even pull his wallet out. Shrugging, he stuffed the partially removed wallet back into his pocket. That’s when it struck him; the words “to go” plagued his mind. If they were ordering pizza to go, where were they going? Her place, his place, back to the park? The thought of going back to his place made him cringe; it was always incredibly chaotic and their pizza would probably be stolen from them the minute they walked through the door. Though he doubted it would be his house, the thought had still crossed his mind anyway. The only other options, that he knew of anyway, were back to the park, and her place; he supposed he would just have to wait and find out where they were going. Either would have been fine with him; it wasn’t like he’d be missed if he stayed out late.
Shifting his weight back and forth between his two legs every few seconds while he stood, he finally decided to perch himself on a bench near the register while they waited, but even then he couldn’t find a comfortable position. He started off by leaning back on the bench with his legs spread before him and his hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie; this seemed to be the way most teenage boys sat. Then when his mind decided that was too awkward, he sat up, leaning forward slightly to rest his elbows on his knees, and folded his gloved hands in front of him. His left knee and heel bopped up and down; for some this was nervous habit, for others it was a can’t sit still habit, but for him it definitely was a nervous habit. Either way, the bottom of his heel was making a fine ruckus against the wooden floor below him.
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