～Furry Island Paradise～

[johalt]

John looked up delightly at the waitress bringing his food. "Ah, excellent, thank you." he clicked joyfully to her. He inhaled deeply, savouring the aroma of the fat, oil, and protien filled food in front of him, with more fat, oil, and starch on the side. He rubbed his two more 'normal' hand together. Perfect. he thought. This was exactly what he needed. He looked, slightly reproachingly, at the onion rings though. He had to be careful about injecting too too many of those; onions contained a slight poison which he could, for the most part, digest, and the deep-frying likely would've broken most of it down, he could still be taking a risk if he ate too many. Next time she comes around I'll just tell her not to bother with another side order. He hoped he wasn't being difficult; he knew from experience how demanding it was to work a job like this, dealing with all sorts of people, and virtually living off tips. I'll just be sure to leave an extra large one for her; she certainly deserves it! He reached on of his 'normal' arms out from the conceilment of his coat, picked up the steak burger, and lifting the bandana around his mouthparts slightly, lifted it up to his mandibles, and let them do the work, chelicerae eagerly gripping it, and bringing it past his beak, 'chewing' it a bit, and into his 'pre-oral' cavity, where it would be injected with tiny amounts of his stomach juices to partially digest it, stored and, when necessary, would be sent further along for further processing. I feel sry for the people who accidentally see that. It can't be pretty to watch. Burger being taken care of, he started in on his side dishes, occasionally drinking some of the milkshake without the straw, trying his best to keep his gorgings hidden behind the bandana.

After he had finished here, he would head back to his "beach house"; it was more like a cave with a fancy name, really, on a cliff overlooking a patch of shore, one he was hoping someone would be interested in renting out; it wasn't always easy to pay for all this, and he was hoping a tenant would be enough cash flow to cover the little things he never seemed to plan on.