Good eatin' (open!)

[Quail]

Michelangelo had been performing all morning. He had picked a good spot to set up today, which was evident by the 8 silver and gold coins that he collected from his hat. He would make a note that people liked his act on this street as he packed up his music machine and delved into his trunk to find his tweed coat and a pair of pants. It was slightly chilly out today. With only his leotard on, when he wasn’t performing and keeping warm and moving the breeze got to him quickly. Michelangelo slipped his pants over his leotard and slid his coat over his arms, letting the extra layers keep him warmer. He took the money from his hat and placed it in his pocket, putting his hat on his head. Now situated, he took his trunk by the handle and began to walk down the street looking for a good place to eat. Working all morning had given him quite the appetite, and with the money he had earned he had enough for a meal and then some.

Passing some nicely dressed young ladies he smiled and tipped his hat, taking a moment of their day to introduce himself and kiss their hands. They blushed and giggled, but were quickly on their way. Michelangelo watched as they walked away with a large smile on his face, but was soon on his way again too. He passed many people. Old men, young men, pretty women and old hags, little children playing, fairies, animals of the folk and not… this town was bustling with people and he greeted anybody who took the time to look him in the eye. His friendly nature seemed to rub off on those he said hello to, if not entertain them.

Finally he came across a cheap outside restaurant and got in line to order. He looked at the prices and counted his coins. He could get a meat plate for 4 silver coins and a whiskey for 2 gold. He had that! And that is what he got. After exchanging his money for food and drink he juggled with his belongings and meal to carry everything to one of the benches to eat at. He had everything under control until he took his seat, at which point his plate slipped from his grip and he moved his hand quickly to catch it, smashing his food against his chest. He sat down and began to clean himself up, laughing slightly. Turning to the person next to him he chuckled, ”Ey, my stomach iz zo ‘ungry eet iz eeating wizout my mouf!” He had his plate of meat in his lap now, his whiskey was by his side, and he was wiping sauce from his shirt with a napkin.

He looked to the person next to him, still smiling, ”I am Mikelangelo, Wat iz your name?” He extended a hand to the stranger in order to greet them properly.






(This will be a slow and leisurely RP. I don't have much time to do replies, but will try my best. Anybody is welcome!)

[Yxiro]

It wasn't until he swooned and nearly fell from the scaffold holding him high enough to make repairs on his client's vehicle that he realized he hadn't eaten for almost 24 hours. He had a tendency to forget about things like eating when he worked and was in the process of teaching Luka to notify him. As it stood, the training was still in the early stages but his fainting spells were enough of an alarm for the time being. Pushing his goggles up onto his forehead, Yxiro lowered himself to ground level, picked Luka up from his nesting place and placed the rat on his shoulder. Grabbing his coat, he checked the pockets for change and found enough for a small meal. He would have more once the job was done but he'd rather eat a little now before he collapsed and forfeited the job all together.

Finding a cheap little place across the road from the home of his client, Yxiro queued and looked to Luka. The rat would need food too but it didn't look like this place had anything suitable for the rodent; not many places did. It was understandable but it was certainly annoying. Ah well, he had crackers and grapes in his bag that Luka could eat if he needed it. Ordering a meat roll and an apple, Yxi found a place in the crowded hall, glad for the sit down after working for eight hours straight that morning alone. He took a cracker from his pocket and handed it to the black and white rat on his shoulder with a relaxed sigh.

"Eat up buddy, we've got a long day ahead of us. This engine isn't isn't as simple as I thought."

At that moment, another man seemed to collapse into the seat beside him and dropped his plate, catching it in time but clutching it to his chest. Yxiro bit back a laugh, not wanting to seem rude despite the funny situation, but chuckled when he mentioned eating without his mouth. He was a little surprised when he offered a hand and introduced himself. He wasn't used to people being so friendly. Not that they were mean or cruel but he just didn't get time to talk to many of the folk he met on his travels. Yxiro took his hand and shook it firmly.

"Nice to meet you, Mikelangelo. I'm Yxiro. This is my pal, Luka." he replied, introducing his rat too. "

Luka twitched his nose once then jumped to the table to investigate the whiskey on the table. He stood on his back feet and peered into the cup. Yxiro turned sharply to find out what the rat was doing and grabbed him quickly before he could do any damage. He looked back to Mikelangelo with an apologetic look.

"He's a little adventurous. So business brings you here?" he asked, enjoying the conversation.