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LylaMiyuki no Suzuyami
Location: Umbra Rose Condos, Bldg #1, Ground Floor, Cafeteria
Time of Day: Early Morning
Relevant Cast: @CitrusArms Yumeiko
Miyuki's mood lifted slightly as the two foxes agreed to fianlly go get some food. It improved a bit further when her precious golden goddess-servant snuggled up next to her and let their tails mingle. It was always such a charmingly ticklish sensation. And warm. Very, very warm...
They passed by the stairwell where the incident had happened, but the old fox spirit paid absolutely no attention to it, or those gathered there. It was an unpleasant and undesirable place and it had no place in her mind at this time. So, instead she chatted away with Yumeiko, talking about vague and silly things, scuh as breakfast, and more breakfast.
Breakfast.
Having finally arrived in the dining hall of this strange place, where monsters and spirits and beings from all corners of the world were kept and mingled, Miyuki sat her plump rear down on one of the cahirs. Followed swiftly by her companion. It didn't take long for an attendant to approach their table and Yumeiko was swift to place her order. Miyuki too was no slouch, deciding on her meal with no hesitation.
A few momentx, or minutes, passed by without any incident. Then at last their meals arrived.
The Curse Fox had ordered a serving of miso soup, a small bowl of rice, a tall glass of cold milk and... Three slices of toast. Each with a different topping. There was one with strawberry jam, one with butter and the last had a decadently fried egg on-top, oozing all over the crunchy bread. The black-haired lady's eyes sparkled like diamonds and she let out an excitable little squee at the sight.
And then she partook.
While her eating of the rice and the msio was what you'd expect from a traditional, elegant japanese lady of the court, her table manners and skill with the chopsticks were impeccable. There was a serene and graceful air about, almost as if she was the focus of a painting, eating her food in silent dignity. But the rice and miso could not last forever, nor did they... And that's when the whole scene changed from a serene oil painting, to a silly saturday morning cartoon...
With reckless abandon and no time for poise or formalities, Miyuki began scarfing down the toasted bread as if they were baby ducks being devoured by a hungry pike. Crumbs flew and scattered across the plate and table before her, covered in the ravenously torn asunder remains of the unfortunate and helpless toast who could do nothing to resist the savage beast who had come to devour them! The horror!
... A few minutes later..
A satisfied Miyuki, with butter on one cheek and jam on the other, sat leaning back in her chair, a ridiculously content smile on her face and eyes closed. As if she'd just won a 30 mile marathon or something. Really, she no business looking that smug and proud of herself. Gently rubbing her belly and her tails swaying to and fro happilly, she looked over at Yumeiko once she was done basking in her own, self-induced food-coma.
"So, my lovely. What do you have planned for today? Anywhere you wish to go, or something you wish to do? I might be free to come with you if there is." She coyly said in a playfully low and seductive voice, which really didn't fit with the whole... Y'know, food on yer face-look she had going on right now...