Flying Food [Open]

[Alfred F. Jones]

After having been up all night goofing off and then getting up early for a PE class this morning, Alfred was pretty worn out. And his stomach was growling at him. He swore he lost 10 pounds just walking to the cafeteria. Why did it have to be so far away? He dragged himself into the large dining area. A few people were staring at him, but he just grinned and winked at a few of them. Mostly to put off an impression that he was trying to impress guys girls.

Alfred finally wandered into the food line, getting a tray, and ordered 5 cheeseburgers. The stare he got was funny, but he re-iterated "No, I'm serious. I'll actually eat 5 cheeseburgers."

Finally, with tray in tow, he wandered out of line with his all-American cheeseburgers and freedom fries. His eyes scanned the room for a free table. A few girls looked at him with hopeful eyes, but he wasn't really interested. Alfred really hoped this wouldn't be like that kid in grade-school who had to sit by the trash cans. (Nobody should have to sit by the trash cans.)

He saw someone who looked pretty cool over in the corner and wandered his self over to that table, standing right next from him. "Hi, I'm Alfred! What's your name? Can I sit here?"
He impatiently shifted from foot-to-foot.

[Im Yong Soo]

Yong-Soo was extremely happy, even though he was slightly sleep-deprived after staying up most of the night playing StarCraft for the fifth night in a row. Granted, he had a good time Zerg rushing everyone who wasn’t prepared and easily netting himself the win only a few minutes after the game had began. And of course, seeing the usual comments about how his mother had sexual relations with a bunch of upset 14 year olds was a hilarious bonus, even though the whole gaming until 4 in the morning left him extremely tired for the rest of the day. Still, it was lunchtime and lunchtime meant that he could sit, relax, and eat some delicious Korean food. Kimchi, his favourite food, in particular. Speaking of Kimchi, he picked up his chopsticks again and shovelled some in his mouth, revelling in the taste of the spicy pickled cabbage.

While eating, he carefully tried coming up with new tactics he could use tonight, before he was interrupted by a new boy, one whom he had never seen before. He seemed nice enough however, definitely better than some of the more mopey people he had seen at the school, and grinned at the prospect of a new friend.

“Hi Alfred, my name’s Im Yong Soo, you can just call me Yong Soo, or Soo, whatever you want! Oh, and sure, sit all you want!” He said cheerfully, motioning to one of the many chairs surrounding him. Taking another bite of Kimchi, he curiously looked over at Alfred’s try, noting the abundance of food before saying, “Wow, that’s a lot of food! Are you sure you can eat that all?”

[Alfred F. Jones]

Alfred grinned. This guy was super friendly! "Hi there, Soo! You can just call me Al, if you wanna!" He sat down next to him. "So where are you from? And do you play video games? I play World of Warcraft, myself!" He loved video games, but so far hadn't found anybody to play them with him. You'd think in a school of hackers and programmers, somebody would play video games!
When the comment was made about his food, he blinked and then looked down at his food. He looked over at Yong Soo's. It did look like alot compared to the asian boy's.....

"Yeah, I guess. But this is how much I normally eat!" He smiled. "Actually, you know what this food would be good for? We could start a food fight. I doubt this place has ever seen one before!" He snickered. Al wasn't sure how well Soo would actually take that. He hoped that the other wasn't a stickler for rules or anything. "Though if you don't wannt, I mean.... that's cool too!"

[Im Yong Soo]

Soo’s ears perked up immediately when he heard the mention of video games, all sorts of thoughts of StarCraft and the like racing through his head at mach speed. “Sure thing, Alfred it is! And of course, as a matter of fact, I’ve actually stayed up until 4 in the morning playing StarCraft for the past week!” He said sheepishly, only realising that he sounded like an addict after he said that. “Do you play StarCraft? I’ll be so happy to finally have someone to play with, you’d be surprised how little people play here, and pub stomping gets old after a while.” He followed up with a grin, mentally high fiving himself at how smoothly he had covered up his mistake.

He grinned at Alfred’s mention of a food fight, it did sound like fun and the cafeteria sounded way too quiet to be interesting anyway. “Sure, that sounds like fun! Although, do you mind if we don’t have to throw my Kimchi? I mean, I have jar full of it in my room, but it always takes Ivan a long time to sneak some in, I’d hate to waste any!” He explained quickly, taking advantage of his pause to sneak another bite of his oh so delicious food. “But.. How do you even start a food fight?” He asked, looking around the room slowly, figuring out who he’d have to hit first and where he’d be able to hide.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur wasn’t as cheerful as the people in the line for the cashier. Then again, when was the grumpy Brit really cheerful? Anyway, Arthur was his pissy self for several reasons. One of them was how annoying his classmates were. He couldn’t stand their stupidity, they had caused him a large headache. He sighed and ordered tea to calm down with some sandwiches and found a table in the back where no one was sitting.

The second reason why he wasn’t feeling happy was because last night Arthur had managed to get into the kitchen and baked scones. Cause if he did it at any other time of the day people would pick on him or try to mess with his food. So he was a little cranky by having to wake up at 4 in the morning, climb out windows and back inside to one, just to get his scones done. And of course in the process in getting back to the room he got stuck in the window and someone had to help him out. Which had been very embarrassing.

He took a sip of his tea and let out a content sigh. He clearly relaxed. Some nice tea he with scones, sitting alone. Yes this was doing him good. Little did Arthur know he had just presented himself on a silver plate as the perfect target for a certain American boy. He was facing him with his back so he wouldn’t know what he was upto or see anything coming for that matter.

[Alfred F. Jones]

Alfred grinned at Soo. "Sure thing, man. Everyone's gotta eat, right? And I'm sure that Korean stuff is hard to come by!" He sat upright. He could certainly get along with this guy! "I have enough burgers to start us off anyway! .....though let's not throw my soda. I actually want that." He snickered.

Alfred sat a bit more upright and looked around the small eating area. There were a lot of people, but not a lot that he would willingly throw food at. Those girls in the corner looked like they had worked too hard on their hair to get food thrown at them. He could appreciate the sentiment of not wanting food in it.

He was getting to the point where he was physically turning in his chair to look for appropriate targets to hit with said burgers. Finally, his eyes landed on one, a Mr. Arthur Kirkland.

Alfred's grin widened when he saw his room mate. He was a pretty cool dude, so he was sure he could take it well. He grabbed a handful of fries, throwing them at Arthur's head, before turning around and sitting there innocently sipping at his soda.

"That's my room mate. He's pretty cool, but he seems like he needs something to calm him down." Alfred snickered to his new friend.
He waited until Arthur might not be looking again, before grabbing one of his burgers and throwing it at Arthur's shirt, this time laughing very loudly.

[Im Yong Soo]

Yong Soo giggled as he watched Alfred throw a couple fries at some guy he had never met before. 'Hmm, he had reeeeeally big eyebrows,' he thought, 'I wonder if he knows how big they are?' Making a mental note to talk to the blond about it later, he ducked his head down and tried acting as innocent as he could, playing with the last quarter of his food. He peeked his head up a little to try and see Arthur's reaction, but ducked back down as he couldn't see anything without being too obvious.

"If you insist, da-ze~!" He said, giggling again, having fun causing trouble for the first time in his life. He laughed along with Alfred as he watched the second item, a burger this time, hit his target. He looked down at his plate, contemplating whether or not he could afford to spare a few pieces of Kimchi to throw.. Y'know, just in case he started getting attacked himself.

"I can't wait for this to get big, this is going to be so much fun, da-ze~" He whispered to Alfred, rolling some Kimchi into a ball and preparing his throwing arm.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur's eye twitched as something soft hit against his hair. What was that? He brushed through his hair to find fries. Ew.. He turned around to see who'd be the one who'd done it. Though no one seemed like it, he had a feeling Alfred had done this.

He sneered and then turned back to his lunch. Only to get a hamburger thrown against his not a few moments later. Arthur's reflexes were quick, he turned around immediately, to see Alfred straight behind him with one of his idiotic friends. Probably a new one.

He send him a glare. "Stop that." he hissed and turned back around hoping he'd stop now. Alfred could really be an annoying twat sometimes, but he didn't know he was that immature to throw food at people.

He sighed annoyed and chugged down his tea. Why couldn't Alfred be more mannered and well leave him alone. Yes, it'd be nice if he'd leave him alone more.

[Im Yong Soo]

Yong Soo stifled his laughter at Arthur's first reaction, before snorting into what's left of his food. Seriously, who chugged tea when they were angry? He shook his head in glee for a moment before raising a hand in Alfred's direction and saying, "Don't worry, I got this one!" Tossing the Kimchi-ball in the air a few times, he checked to make sure teacher's weren't around before standing up and tossing it at Arthur's head.

Right after, he dropped back into his seat and leaned back into his chair, adopting the classic, I-didn't-do-it look, biting down on one of Alfred's fries non-nonchalantly. He was having a great time with his new friend, excited to a point where he wanted to jump up and down in his seat at the coming food storm. "Psst!" He whispered loudly to Al, "What're we going to do next?" This was great and all, but Arthur really didn't seem like he was affected much and he was curious as to if he'd throw something back. Maybe tea and crumpets!

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