Unfortunately, the doors to the cafeteria creak. Floating, swinging, slamming shut with a hard CLAP that rattles the frame. Doesn't seem to be anyone else around to close them either.
Meanwhile the offending bowl of slime begins to boil. Hot snaps and splatters spill around the tray, sizzling through the plastic as if it were acid instead of food. The heat pushes the smell into the air with a vengeance, poisoning it like gas pumped through a vent.]
he jumps about ten feet when the door slams, ears pinned back. okay! cool! that's not what he was expecting or wanted. the boiling slime gets his attention, though mostly because he can hear it sizzle, not because he can technically see it. ]
What is going on. [ hissed, sharp. a beat, and then he just kicks the door in frustration. let him out!!! ]
The bowl does. The thing topples from where its was perched and the guts of it splatter over the floor, hissing as the heat of it eats into linoleum like it was spun from sugar. The smell thickens.
And the bowl, a family-sized serving dish, has landed face down. But the rim lifts. A hand slips out. Gloved, silver with an orange ruff.
The sight might be wasted on Jiaoqiu, but the sounds aren't. Flesh squelching, bones snapping back into place as something unfurls beneath the bowl. Reforms, crawling out towards him on hands and knees.]
Ain't ya hungry, Richie? [coos a voice, cruel and apt to cackle. It doesn't seem to care that it has the wrong man.] Couldn't you just eat a horse? Time to dish up, Rich! Kitchen's about to close!
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he stumbles back just a little, and covers his nose immediately. his sensitivities!! a beat. ]
What...
[ ghhh. turns around to leave, he ain't having none of this. ]
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Unfortunately, the doors to the cafeteria creak. Floating, swinging, slamming shut with a hard CLAP that rattles the frame. Doesn't seem to be anyone else around to close them either.
Meanwhile the offending bowl of slime begins to boil. Hot snaps and splatters spill around the tray, sizzling through the plastic as if it were acid instead of food. The heat pushes the smell into the air with a vengeance, poisoning it like gas pumped through a vent.]
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he jumps about ten feet when the door slams, ears pinned back. okay! cool! that's not what he was expecting or wanted. the boiling slime gets his attention, though mostly because he can hear it sizzle, not because he can technically see it. ]
What is going on. [ hissed, sharp. a beat, and then he just kicks the door in frustration. let him out!!! ]
cw: body horror and squicky noises
The bowl does. The thing topples from where its was perched and the guts of it splatter over the floor, hissing as the heat of it eats into linoleum like it was spun from sugar. The smell thickens.
And the bowl, a family-sized serving dish, has landed face down. But the rim lifts. A hand slips out. Gloved, silver with an orange ruff.
The sight might be wasted on Jiaoqiu, but the sounds aren't. Flesh squelching, bones snapping back into place as something unfurls beneath the bowl. Reforms, crawling out towards him on hands and knees.]
Ain't ya hungry, Richie? [coos a voice, cruel and apt to cackle. It doesn't seem to care that it has the wrong man.] Couldn't you just eat a horse? Time to dish up, Rich! Kitchen's about to close!