Post by Samba on Mar 14, 2016 23:46:11 GMT
PL: 8600
Satan City, a famous place that got the name thanks to a Legendary Warrior that exterminated a great risk to humanity some thousands of years ago. Today the City was up and about with the normal hubbub and daily routine of its people and inhabitants. Everywhere you turned your eyes you could see people going on about their business; some were talking with friends and families, some were even taking their pets for a walk, and others were having a great time with their significant others.
All in all, it seemed like it would be a normal day for Satan City. If one ignored the large crowd that was crowding around a fast food restaurant and observing quite an interesting sight. It normally happened when there was a special event but seeing as there wasn't one today it certainly caught people's attention.
"Where does he put it all?" The crowd murmured in agreement at the question. Where indeed did this strange individual put all of that away? Did he have some sort of black hole in that stomach of his?
"Kami-sama above, how many has he ate so far?" The crowd parted slightly to let one of the waiters through, and they boggled at the silver plate filled with another batch of burgers ready to be swallowed by the black hole that was the Zoan's stomach.
And naturally the comments started to fly off all over the place.
"Is that even healthy?"
"Is he even getting fat from this? He still looks ripped."
"I heard that it is impossible to be one hundred percent muscular. You will always have a layer of fat in your body."
"Honey, does that mean I'm fat?"
"N-no! Of course not, sweetie."
"Um, waiter, my order please?"
The gathered crowd and even those that were having their own meals winced in unison as a loud burp sounded from the Wolf Zoan once he finally seemed to have his fill for today, and reclined back on his seat with a content look on his lupine face. "Ah. That hits the spot." The male picked at his teeth with a claw while patting his stomach, which didn't even looked bloated or filled at all even though there was empty wrapper after empty wrapper of burgers, empty boxes of fries, and drinks of every kind strew around him.
Kami-sama blessed be his fast metabolism.
Samba courteously cleaned his muzzle with a napkin and downed the last of his drink before lifting a paw to motion a Waiter over. "I'd like my check, please." The Wolf Zoan rubbed his right eye while holding back a yawn, finally stomping down the mighty beast that was his hunger took a lot out of him, and he was ready to take a huge ass nap to sleep the exhaustion off.
"Here's your check, sir." The Waiter hid a sneer under a polite expression as he handed the piece of paper to the mangy wolf in front of him. He had seen how the 'beast' looked when he stumbled inside, it was obviously one of the hoodlums of the mountains judging by how he salivated and made a fool of himself as he perused the whole menu for a solid hour before deciding on trying for the burgers, of all things.
He had seen how the Zoan demolished serving after serving, and even how the fries and drinks he ordered next disappeared as quickly as they came. How could someone eat so much and not throw up was beyond him. But hopefully, once the Zoan saw the huge check that he had accumulated he'd pale and beg to not be sent to jail for not paying his debt.
The Wolf didn't strike him as someone with a lot of cash on his person, so hopefully he could kick back and relax while he let the dog pay off his debt by doing his own work. Should teach the Zoan right by not eating so much food like a pig. He was already rubbing his hands at the prospect of finally not having to do anything on this wretched establishment.
Oh, the joys of an undergraduate having to pay the bills by doing menial labors.
But the Wolf Zoan didn't frown or paled at the check, in fact, he seemed to be humming while stroking his chin. The Waiter's expression faltered to one of complete disbelief. No, there was no way that the Zoan had that amount of money in cash to pay off his food!
"Oh man..." Samba groaned under his breath, and the Waiter held his breath as he waited for the eventual begging that would ensue. "This bill is gonna eat up all the money that I earned so far. But the food was just so good~" Samba palmed his face with another groan, unaware that the Waiter was giving him a gobsmacked expression. "Y-you can pay the bill!?" The Waiter finally asked with an almost shrilly tone, still not accepting the reality that this mangy wolf could actually pay for the food that he ate.
Samba looked up at the teenage boy with a raised brow. "Of course, I can pay," He said harshly as a frown settled on his face. What did the human think he was? Some sort of parasite that would eat everything and then run away when the check came? "Who the hell do you think I am? Some kind of freeloader? Please."
He was raised better than that.
"Hmph. Let's see it then." The Waiter ordered, making Samba's brow arch further up his forehead. "You say you have the money right? Then let's see it. You must be bluffing, there's no way a untamed beast from the mountains like you can have it." The teenage boy crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the Wolf Zoan.
Samba merely held the stare before rising up from his seated position, soon enough towering over the smaller human and making him sweat bullets as Samba looked ready to deck him across the face. The gathered crowd around them held their breaths as they waited for the punches to fly off at any moment now.
Instead, the Wolf Zoan merely reached inside of his Gi and after a bit of searching, where eye contact was not broken the entire time, he took out a thick envelope and threw it on the table. "There's your money." The Waiter nervously looked at the thick envelope like it was a bomb waiting to go off. Shakily he reached for it, opened the seal and his jaw hit the floor when he saw the amount of Zenni staring back at him.
"W-w-w-what is this?!" The Waiter waved the envelope around, almost spilling its content all over the place. Suddenly as if by magic his other coworkers appeared beside him and stared at the amount of money he held in his hands with awed expressions. "Did you stole a bank or something, huh?!" The male accused wildly, almost making Samba faceplant at the sheer audacity.
"Are you daft, or just brain-dead!?" Samba wanted to punch the damn fool but refrained from doing so, still his patience was hanging on by a thread at this point. "I earned that money fair and square doing... er..." Samba's dark fur hid it well, but you could see that he was blushing strongly if you looked intently at his face and the inside of his ears. "Doing... stuff."
"Stuff." It was clear by the skeptical face of the worker and of his 'friends' that they very much wanted to know what sort of stuff he did to earn this amount of money.
"Yeah you know... stuff." Samba cleared his throat as he avoided the question like his life depended on it. But when he heard someone talking about him at the back he paled slightly. "Oh shit."
"Hey, isn't that the same stripper that gave you a lap dance at your Bachelor Party yesterday?" A Bunny Zoanthrope said to his Fox Zoanthrope friend beside him. The Fox glared with a blush at the Bunny and punched him in the arm. "You wanna said that a bit louder dude. I don't think they heard you back in the moon."
Samba slowly closed his eyes so he wouldn't see the dumbfounded expressions of those that were around him, especially from the waiter and waitresses in front of him. "Just... give me my change, please," He muttered as he quietly rubbed at his face and hid it from the world for a bit.
The Waiter merely went through the motions of checking the money in before giving the Wolf his change, silently leaving him alone so he could go at the back and look for the shelf where the bleach was stored when they needed to clean up an ugly stain on the floor.
Samba looked up and counted the spare change that he now held in his hands, scoffing at the amount when he was done. "Merely one thousand Zenni left... man but the food was so good~" The Wolf Zoanthrope silently stood up after pocketing his money and quickly left the building, the gathered crowd from before parting to let him through.
"Um, excuse me, are your services still up?" A random person asked him behind his back, and Samba almost faceplanted at the question. "N-no! It's my day off today!" Samba exclaimed hastily for a lack of a thing to say so they wouldn't bother him, and before anyone else could stop him with some more questions he quickly dashed away from the building and kept running until he was a safe distance away.
"Never... again." Samba panted with exertion, looking behind him to see if anyone had followed him and breathed an audible sigh of relief when no one was there. "Unless under dire circumstances, like when that lady that I met in a bar begged me to take the place of one of her strippers because all of them were currently booked for the day," The male shook his head while planting his hands on his hips, and adopted a pensive expression. "It was... certainly an experience that I might look into another time. Mother and Father always said to try everything." He clapped his hands to dismiss the thought before standing up straight. "Right! Time to hit the mountains again, I need to burn the calories and fat that I just ate. The thieves and monsters roaming around might help me." Powering up slightly the male quickly took to the skies and left Satan City for the time being.