[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sup]Bedisa eyes Miguel carefully. "It seems Miguel.exe has stopped working, please try again in a moment and REBOOT." she mutters with a smile, forking one of the pieces of cihcken into her mouth.
[color=#90EE90]【 waHT
I COULD READ IT BUT
WAT 】
((I'm sorry I had to
I HAD TO))
Well whether Miguel liked it or not he had to stop. Because he was finished. He sat back in his chair closing his eyes, and sighed. "Bedisa. You know I don't mean the stuff I say when I'm hungry, right? Because, I don't. I promise. I swear, I'm a different person."
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sup][color=skyblue]Bedisa hastily swallowed her low mein with a rather "owo"-ish expression on her face. "Hunh? Oh, yeah, I do that whenever I a. get my period or b. some stupid storm knocks out the wifi! So yes." she says, smiling. She knew that, she even mapped out how irritable she could get depending on what was happening. Since she wasn't dating anyone, The highest level was 'period cramp' Bedisa.
"Oh, ok. That's good." Miguel made a mental note not to bother Bedisa on those days. He stood back up again. "I'm gonna go get dessert. Even if it kills me."
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sup][color=skyblue]"Okay. When I finish, I'll join you." she answers, forking some more chicken into her mouth. She then sucks down her tea.
Miguel went up and went through all the desserts. He decided he really only should have one, but they all look really good, so he got a little bit of everything, which in the end amounted to kind of alot.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sup]Bedisa finally finishes and smiles, satisfied. She stands to her feet and rids herself of the dirty plate and silverware, retrieves new ones and catches up with Miguel. "Somebody was hungry." she remarks, putting a few cookies on her plate.
[color=black]【 i do that at golden corral yus o3o
i want just a few things which i do
then
i go and get like one of everything and barely eat anything 】
"I have...decision making issues." Miguel says, pushing the hair out of his face. "Don't worry, I'll finish it." It's considered kind of rude not to finish your food in Puerto Rican culture, though Miguel thought he might have to break that personal rule on this one, seeing he was already very full.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sup][color=#CD96CD]"Good, because it'd be a bit of a waste not to." she answers, putting a lot on her plate as well. Her eyes certainly were bigger than her stomach. just like her admin She got brownies, cakes, and all sorts of things. Bedisa sighed, she knew she wasn't going to finish this! She was just as bad as Miguel.
Miguel looked over at Bedisa. "You're doing the same thing!" He laughed, walking back to the table. He poked a cube of cherry jello on his plate before eating it.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sup][color=red]"Ooh, I have an idea! Maybe I can take what I don't finish in a box." she adds, laughing. "My eyes are way bigger than my stomach, sorry." Bedisa follows him back to the table, eating a brownie on the way.
"Oh, probably, if you just ask I think you can get one." Miguel said. He stopped, thinking for a second. "Will it look weird if I put my hair in a little ponytail?" He asked, trying to picture it. It would either look really manly or really girly, no in between.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sup][color=red]"You could try. Toma does it all the time, he only has it down when he sleeps." she says, sitting down and eating a cookie. These were pretty good.
I bet he looks hot with it down
Miguel stood up a little ways from the table, pulling a red hair tie out of pocket and gathering all his hair up, except for that one stubborn piece that never wanted to stay down.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sup][color=red]you bet
"Meh, it's not your style. But whatever." she laughs, smiling weakly. She takes a spoonful of pudding.
"I see..." Miguel says, with a serious look, pulling out the hair tie, letting his hair fall again, just below his ears, regaining its fluffiness. He sits back down. "You know, we are gonna have to wait a bit before we go on any high speed rides at the carnival, cuz I know I'll end up sick." He laughs.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sup][color=red]"Of course, sir wimp a lot. Haha, just kidding." she says, waving her hands about jokingly. She eats a bit more of her food. She wished they had boxes here.
"Yes, that is my formal name." Miguel said, nodding. "Tis the name my parents gave to me." He was using a British accent.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sup][color=red]"Oh my god, you sound like Arthur!" she exclaimed, laughing loudly. A few weird glances were shot her way but she simply ignored them. She felt their eyes pierce her though, she often took things too far...
and Miguel was like FUCK YOU BEDISA
and she said no you first
So he did
The end
"But for the record, I'm not a wimp. I-I'm the toughest guy I know. I go to the Salty Spittoon every Sunday. That's how how tough I am. Yep." Lies. Blatant lies, Miguel was telling. The other day he cried while watching Bambi. For 45 minutes, at least.