The yote raises an eyebrow to the vermin remark but says nothing. Instead he turns to the tv and says, "Well, it's about time." His eyes widen, realizing he said this out loud.
"I mean, I'm only surprised this didnt happen sooner. Crest doesn't exactly censor what he says and humans ain't known for…" His eyes glances towards the human girls. In the next instant he shoves his ice cream into his muzzle to keep himself from digging himself further into this hole and begins moving for the door.
The news continues to cover the story about the senator. Most of the video is current and live, showing concerned and panic faces with out showing video of what exactly happened.
"...being rushed to the hospital in critical condition."
"...shooter is at large. Considered armed and dangerous. He has a peach colored hide, blond fur on the top of his head along with a beard..."
The rotund coyote pulled out the head phones, scratching at his ear with a claw while replying, "One small scoop of vanila please. With more almonds and less talk of politics if you please," he turned towards the other customers, arching an eyebrow at the furless weasel… Er, human, longer than he intended too.
He gives the other girl a thumbs up at her musical choice.
The jukebox clicks and wirls in imitation of a real one and begins to play the music.
"Come along if you're sad~"
A happy, lively beat fills the ice cream shop, even as the station on the TV changes. An emergancy news alert scrolls by on the screen, its volume muted by the music of the jukebox, even as the headline, "Senetor Crest shot while giving speech. Human gunman is at large."
"Cause I'm happpyyyyyyyyy~" the jukebox continues.
Sorry xD i havnt had a chance to read the last post yet.
Im house sitting for people, helping others move, and had to pull a couple of 8 hour shifts this week end.
My weekend however starts today, after work. Ill get to it today (ducks for cover from life throwing him something each time he says that)
Both lizard and vulpine were looking uncomfortably full as well. "Well, Im out." Vrasku threw his arms into the air, twisitng in his chair until his back rested against the table. Picking his teeth with one paw, resting the other on his swollen midriff he turned to Rascal amd smiled deviously, "I can aford to lose, how about YOU, Rascal?"
The fox gulped. He had no idea what he had done to offend the lizard so much, and he hoped to never find out.
Slowly, Rascal craned his head back to his plate. All that was left was a single cookie. He was so full he couldnt even lean forward to grab it. All that money, done the drain if he didnt eat one… Last... Cookie.
Rascal let out a loud whine, raising his paw to signify he was done, before falling backward onto the floor in defeat.
"… The forcast is sunny today but dont let that fool you. Storm season is here and we are tracking a front moving in from the East. We will continue to monitor this storm to see if it develops into a hurri-"
"...This is a travesty of justice and we will appeal the courts decision. Mr. Sharptooth was only singled out as a suspect because he was a wolf..."
"... senetor Crest is in the hot seat today after his latest attack add against sitting governer Rook. The add contains what many are calling inflamitory speach against the islands human population. Crest has been a loud crittic of what Rubens stance on human imigration to New Yak City from the war torn country of-"
"Another disturbing video is flooding social media. Posted by anti-beast extremests..."
"We built this city on rock and roOoOoOoll~"
The skinny pine marten finished flipping channels on the wall mounted TV in the ice cream parlor. By his uniform he was a fellow employee. "Well aint the news just one big ray of sun shine today, eh? At least they are done playing that horrible peice about the Yak City Canabal..."
When the door opens the marten hardly takes notice, letting the squirrel do all the work.
The door opens a second time, admitting a new face. The coyote is a well fed, rotund creature who seems to just glide into the room, oblivious to all around him with his snout focused on his own cell phone, even as he falls into the back of the line.
He wears a jacket and dress shirt tailored from cloth that looks expensive.
The jovial fellow shuffles slightly to what ever music his wireless ear buds are pounding away at him.
Rascal snorted, "Just you wait. It will come back on you eventually." If the universe were fair, thought the fox.
The contest continued, Rascal struggling to keep food on his plate. Vrasku at least was looking just as sick as the fox was. The lizard apparently didnt share the vulpines zeel for food.
Rascal finished off his fith plate, all that was left was but a single tart. He leaned forward, but his swollen midriff prevented him from reaching the tart no matter how hard he tried.
Finally, he fell to whining, staring at his fellow fox. If he ate but a bite more, his fellow fox would win!
New Yak City, a bustling metropolis island.
All manner of beasts come to the city, both small and big, canines, felines, lizards, birds, even humans from across the globe. All have come together to colonize the island and turn it into what it is today.
From the southern half of the island and its industrial sector, to its various docks, to the more suburban north, not one square inch of this island is left to waste.
A literal safe haven from the turmoils of the continents to the north.
But for how long?
Rascal was, indeed, winning… If only for the moment.
Despite being a rather plump creature, the fox still had a normal fox sized stomach under his abnormally large belly, and it was getting full.
He managed to make it to plate four, where he hesitated, looking at one last cookie on his plate. He turned to the muscular fox at his side and whimpered.
"What if I eat one of the contestents? That counts as eating as much as they did, right?" Vrasku laughs on the other side of Rascal. "Kidding. Im just kidding." He says before anyone can chastise him for it.
Rascal cant help but notice, Vrasku's plate is full of only meat.
"You know..." Rascal said between labored breaths, "Just adding 'kidding,' to everything you say doesnt make it more believable."
Vrasku leaned closer and grinned, showing off his teeth. "Oh, but I was joking about eating the loser..." He whispered, smiling only growing, "I was planning on eating BOTH contestents."
The fox gulped. Deciding the lizard was just trying to scare him he left the crazy reptile to his own devices. He chose to focus on his opponant instead.
Rascal looked the muscular fox up and down, then looked at his own decidedly less musvular self, scowling, "Remind me again, how we could possibly have the same appitite..."
"You see Star," Rascal said, placing a paw on her shoulder, "It's not just a contest now, its a matter of honor. To know who is the best, even at the risk of ending up as fox stew, I, Rascal, shall head the call of bravery and-"
And then the GM confronted Vrasku.
"Oh thank all that is holy! Finally, someone to bring us to our senses!" The tubby fox laughed, turning to his fellow vulpine glutton. "Still doesnt mean I wont womp your tail into next week…" He said, finally grabbing a plate and shoveling slices of cake onto it.
The lizard yelped, shielding himself with his paws, "Easy, goven'ar! I wasn't going to actually eat one of them. Just thought I might have a spot of fun with them, that's all!" He chuckled darkly, like someone vaught with their pae in the cookie jar. "It's not my fault I'm the bad guy, you can blame my writer for that, if he had the guts to show up himself..." The lizard said bitterly, shrinking in his seat.
Weasel himself out of his problems indeed. The rotund glutton was one bite away from securing himself a bet before this… Brute of a fox butted in! Now he has to win an eating contest with his stomach already full!
"Fine!" Rascal flailed his arms about. "Fine! I accept your challenge. It's time to put your food where your mouth is, fox!" With a devious grin, Rascal began to slice him another slice of pie. "Unless of course, anyone else wants to jump in here and toss more onto the bet? That seems to be the custom here... No? Well then we can-"
"I would like to raise the stakes."
"Oh for the love of, what is it now?" Rascal began, then paused when the crowd parted to dramativally reveal a tall, imposing reptile. The muscular beast of red scales louged in a chair by the table, dressed in an open hawaiian shirt and tan shorts.
"My names, Vrasku... And I'm willing to double what ever the lovely vixen lady is willing to pay." The man flicked a strange plastic card onto the table and then grinned evily. "But only on the condition that the loser becomes DINNER."
Rascal gulped, "T-that seems a tad violent..."
"Well, I am the villain. Kind of in the job description." Vrasku the villainous lizard shrugged, "Unless of course you both doubt you can win..."
"Me? No, no, no. I can totally win. But my fellow fox here might not enjoy such... Interestingly dangerous stakes, you know..." Rasval chuckled nervously.
(Ooc: its an ooc setting, so you can have peeps from the past, present and future mingling together. Vrasku was a merc captain from another story here xD)