WHO: Zidane Tribal and open WHAT: Zidane discovers fast food WHEN: 2AM WHERE: The streets of downtown LA RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
Zidane continued to stare at the odd object with such concentration it was almost like he was trying to move the box with his mind. There was just something he didn't understand, something that eluded him about it's contents that was driving him crazy. Mainly, why something so good could be so bad for you two or three hours later. There was just something off about it: Zidane, used to tavern food or campfire cookouts or (heaven forbid) his own cooking, had never really known anything other than the standard meet-veg-potato combination. And now... this.
He lifted the box, opening it with small but nimble fingers and grinned despite himself as the greasy mess came into view. It certainly smelled different. At first the blonde had thought the stench was absolutely revolting, but curiousity eventually got the better of him and he wound up ordering a simple item from the menu. He'd been hooked ever since, vowing to try every single thing on the menu with such excitement he might as well have been asked to save the world.
Unable to control his hunger, the 16 year old grabbed the hamburger from it's small cardboard prison and proceeded to take a rather large bite, perhaps larger than nessecary. He was immediately greeted with the oddest experience of his life: lettuce, a beef patty (although he suspected it wasn't beef and instead Cockatrice, or Chocobo if they had such a thing here), cheese a bun and a special sauce that even Zidane's burning curiousity didn't want to know about.
More Big Macs, the thief decided, would be visiting his stomach shortly.
Leaning against a building, Zidane continued eating with one hand and moved another down to the seat of his pants to scratch: to many a passerby it would look like his rear was itchy, but it was actually the tail he had stuffed inside the baggy jeans. It itched and was rather cramped, but the blonde couldn't think of another option: humans here thought it was weird for a kid to have an appendage normally reserved for monkeys. His clothing, too, had been rather out of place before he snuck into a store and took what he needed: now it was just baggy jeans, basketball shoes, and a black hoodie that belonged more on the body of a giant then his own slim frame.
Uncofmortable, yes, but they hid his two long daggers well and there was no way he was going to get rid of those. Besides, a great number of people seemed to underestimate him because of the way he looked. People here, he noted, were far more oblivious. Stealing wallets was like taking candy from a baby--and stealing wallets meant he got money, which meant, of course, more McDonalds.
Finishing his Big Mac in record time, the thief began working on the chicken nuggets he'd purchased, watching people pass him by as he crammed the peices of meat rather unceremoniously in his mouth. First, he'd finish the astronomical amount of food he purchased (25 gil wasn't much where he came from, but 25 dollars could buy you 8 cheeseburgers, chicken nuggest and two cokes) and then he'd work out who he was going to steal from next. After that, of course, would be plans for sleeping arrangements.