Will Stone (lolling_tongue) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-08-21 08:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-13 |
Who: Will and Louise
Where: Pizza Place
When: Lunchtime
When midday came around, Will Stone was already thinking of melty, cheesy goodness. Of toppings piled high and the perfect, golden crust. Whoever had invented the first Supreme Pizza had been either a brilliant individual, very hungry, or very stoned. Just throwing all sorts of things on there and deciding it looked good, which it did. Pizza was practically calling his name, he could almost hear it. Complete in an Italian-American voice (he did know the basic history of pizza after all). 'Wiiiillll. Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllll..."
Heeding the call of such knowledgeable voices, Will showed up to the neighborhood pizza place, only semi surprised that it was nearly full. It was the best pizza for at least several miles, and was decently priced, so it had quite the draw. In fact, the place was so full that there was one open table left, and, feeling like staying in the restaurant, for once, Will snagged it after ordering his meal. Not just a slice, or even a personal or small pizza, but a medium for himself.
He could polish off a large, if he wanted, but for all his energy burned in short order, he would probably want something else to eat later. Will, like the labrador he shifted into, had a bottomless pit of a stomach, and could eat pretty much anything and be pleased with it.