【KAITO】 ♦ 【カイト】 (ukerobo) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2009-01-27 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | kaito::ukerobo, shuro::boybandbait |
my sweet tooth, let me show you them [ Active]
Who: KAITO (ukerobo) and whoever else decides to join him. OPEN LOG.
What: FOOD
When: Now-ish..?
Where: Hotel Cafeteria
Warnings: Kaito + retarded amounts of sugary food. Additional warnings TBA.
In a nearly empty cafeteria hall, there sat a lanky, blue-eyed, blue-haired teen, stuffing his face with various things from the tray in front of him. Now normally, you'd be thinking a big pile of food, right?
No, he was eating nothing but junk; ice cream sundaes, popsicles, cake, cookies, parfaits, and various other desserts. This was one of those things your mom tells you never to do to yourself because it could cause epic amounts of cavities and possibly contract you a fancy case of diabetes.
But did that matter to this Vocaloid? Not really. He practically ran off this stuff, despite his rail-thin body frame. It's not like he was human, anyways. Well, he might look and act like it, but he was more like some kind of retarded reverse cyborg type thing. Yeah, he tried explaining that one a few dozen times already since he showed up at the hotel, but it's not like it mattered.
KAITO was KAITO. Or Kaito. Or Kite. Whatever the hell you wanted to spell his name.
This was one of those times he was most content, just eating what he liked. He was trying to get his twinges of irritation off his mind, after Agito getting himself injured again. He had asked the kid not to do that to himself again, and it looks like he failed to avoid that. Kaito had read the note left to him by Jade, and just decided not to say much on the subject since then. Instead, he'd spent the last few days wandering around town-- it was still fairly chilly outside, but he didn't mind.
But right now, all his focus was on the massive sundae sitting in front of him, and all those toppings on it. His eyes narrowed as he licked his thumb, spoon in the other hand. Was he going to start with the cherry? Or carve his way through the layers of nuts, sprinkles and syrup? This was a very strategic matter, man. :(