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Character: Kurow
Fandom: Okamiden
Player Name: Jae

[The locals like to "give back" to the foreigners, so it's not too surprising that Kurow can be found near a fast food joint with a triple-layer burger. Said burger has his full attention as he struggles to keep a good grip on the top and bottom with comparatively small hands.]

Dude . . . this burger is outta this world. I can barely hold it.

[One slice of meat slips out between the cheese and falls to the cobblestone with an unceremonious splat! For a second or two, Kurow stares at the fallen meat.]

What a waste! Maybe the local fish will eat it . . .

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[Chibi peeks over from his seat next to Kurow.]

Roo... [Are you really gonna just leave that there, bro?]

[Of course not.]

You wanna eat it, boy?

[You're a dog thing, so go fetch.]

Woof. [He turns up his nose, huffing indignantly. Maybe if this burger bar was in a clean, pristine forest! But eat it off the dirty city streets? Not a chance.]

[Geez, since when are you so domesticated?]

Well, that's fine. The fish can have it later. For now . . .

[And he returns his gaze to the giant burger in hand, raising it to his mouth . . . ]

[It's Kagu's bad influence, he swears.

Chibi sees the burger being raised, waiting until juuuust the right moment for maximum shock value, and then-] Arf!

Whoa!

[You know what, dude? You suck.

That jolts him, all right, and the sudden pressure he applies to the burger sends the second of the meat slab flying straight up and into his face, just above his mouth and under his nose. He exhales wildly before lowering the burger and shaking his head; the meat falls to the ground, accompanying its predecessor.]

H-hey, what was that for? Now there's too much cheese!

[Don't mind him, he'll just be on his seat over here snickering away. x3]

[He wipes what little ketchup has smeared across his face, before pulling a piece of lettuce from the middle layer and offering it to Dude.]

You can have this.

[B(]

[The leafy greens! Kurow likely meant that as an insult, but this is actually his favorite part~ Chibi accepts it happily, flipping it upward and then munching it down with a satisfied grin.]

[Kurow stares. Whose favorite part of the meal is the greens?]

. . . You want some mustard with that?

[He looks pensive for a moment, then shakes his head, nodding toward the white-ish container next to the mustard. He's more of a mayonnaise kind of dog!] Woof.

[Oh. Well. That's cool, boy. Kurow will just reach for the small container with the mayonnaise -- that by some stroke of cursed misfortune, slips from his hand as he picks it up. Its contents spill out onto the cobblestone, joining the two pieces of meat.

. . .

He scratches his head.]

Well, looks like we're not gonna have any mayonnaise.

[...That was so on purpose.]

[Hey, now, don't be throwing the blame on totally innocent peeps.]

Don't worry. You can have ketchup instead! It even matches your crazy war paint.

Woo... [Yeah, he guesses ketchup is almost as good. Though, that war paint comment gives him an idea...

He is looking at you with a rather evil glint in his eye as he grabs that ketchup bottle, Kurow. :3]

[Dude . . . You look kind of evil. You sure you're the child of the sun? Isn't the sun, like, supposed to be bright and, well, sunny?

Have fun eating the ketchup . . . ]

[Chibi suddenly flips the bottle flat on the counter and squishes the middle with his paw, sending a fast splash of ketchup right at Kurow!

Think fast, bro!]

[Think fast, how can he think fast when he's sitting right next to -- well, to his credit, he actually realizes what's happening before he's hit by the way his arms move wildly.

Of course, that doesn't stop the ketchup from spurting all over his face. Again.]

Dude . . . !

Arf! [Now that's war paint! Still, it could use some touching up...

He tilts his head to the side, observing the way the ketchup fell... And decides Kurow could use another squirt. Incoming!]

[Boy, you are not getting out of this in one piece.

Kurow splutters, then rubs around his eyes to get rid of the ketchup threatening to get inside. The end result? He's red in the face with a circular outline around his eyes.]

What was that for? This doesn't feel good at all!

[Oh, oh man, they totally match! Chibi nods sagely, that's definitely enough. You look like a proper warrior now, Kurow!]

[No, dude, this isn't matching; this is Kurow inverting your colors and looking like a buffoon.

Still rubbing at one eye, he extends a hand.]

Hand me a tissue, won't you?

Woof. [Sure, sure, he's done enough, might as well help clean up. There don't seem to be any tissues around, but these napkins should do the trick!

Granted, he can't get them out of the dispenser without using his mouth, so there's a little bit of dog drool on them... Well, here you go!]

Thanks, boy -- . . .

[This napkin is wet.

With dog drool.

Fine, fine, he'll take it like a man and use the drier end to wipe a good chunk of the ketchup off his face.]

Can you hand me another one?

[Make sure it's not as drool-y as the last one.]

[The next napkin is twice as drool-y.

He's not doing this on purpose, honest!]

[Auuugh. He just tosses that one to the side; no offense, dude, it's not suitable for human use.

Clearly asking Boy is not going to work, and his hands are already greasy enough from the burger, so he shrugs and uses them to clear up his face more.]

That's good enough.

[Except, looking at it now, the burger looks considerably naked than before . . . ]

Can't say the same for the burger, though.

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