((I haven't done forum RP in a VERY long time, so... sorry if it's not what it's supposed to be like... If you have any suggestions for ways I could improve, let me know! Also, I'm not good at starting stuff, so... it'll get better from here, I promise! :DÂ ))
Dren silently stumbled out from his room and waddled towards the empty seat, carrying a large plate of eggs, bacon and a mysterious side of meat. He hopped up, with a slight "Nya!", then with shimmering pink eyes full of wonder and excitement, set his gaze on the mountain of food in front of him.
For what seemed like an eternity, he stared at his food, seeming to be scanning it for weak points, or possible points of entry... Watching the food. Observing the food. Peering into the very essence of it's existence, and by extension, the univ--
He suddenly begins quickly and violently shovelling chunks of egg, bacon and meat into his mouth, sending crumbs and droplets of yolk in all directions! The massive stack of food barely lasts seconds, and it disappears into (and around) the tiny Lalafell.
He slowly and awkwardly turns his head to the lady sitting to his side, her sleeve peppered with yolk droplets. His bright, shimmering eyes gaze up, horrified, at the stranger.
"S-sorry!"
Dren silently stumbled out from his room and waddled towards the empty seat, carrying a large plate of eggs, bacon and a mysterious side of meat. He hopped up, with a slight "Nya!", then with shimmering pink eyes full of wonder and excitement, set his gaze on the mountain of food in front of him.
For what seemed like an eternity, he stared at his food, seeming to be scanning it for weak points, or possible points of entry... Watching the food. Observing the food. Peering into the very essence of it's existence, and by extension, the univ--
He suddenly begins quickly and violently shovelling chunks of egg, bacon and meat into his mouth, sending crumbs and droplets of yolk in all directions! The massive stack of food barely lasts seconds, and it disappears into (and around) the tiny Lalafell.
He slowly and awkwardly turns his head to the lady sitting to his side, her sleeve peppered with yolk droplets. His bright, shimmering eyes gaze up, horrified, at the stranger.
"S-sorry!"
