imeeji_frontstage | (no subject)

(no subject)

Who: North, and you!
Where: The tea shop
When: Day 116, brunch

[North is doing her first live? her first live! and she's got a little cake in front of her, as she's broadcasting from her phone, with some clearly bad acting.]

Heyyy! I've never done a live before, so go easy on me, okayyyy? Anyway--

I'm gonna beeeeeet noooooo one can eat as much cake as me!

And loser has to braid the winner's hair. Nya.

If you think you can beeeeeeat meeeee. [she winks]

But you can't! Bye!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Ha HA, his big, shittalking mouth is finally good for something! How can someone who earnestly appreciates cakes possibly compete with a jerk who's barely even tasting them!

...Maybe because not chewing is a bad idea for an amateur speed eater and he has to pause for a split second to try not to choke.]

[chewing works.

but this gives her a chance to get the other half of the cake in, she's only a little behind now?]

[Clearly, nearly choking has taught him that he needs to mash the cake up even more before he starts stuffing his gob.

New tactic: use one hand to just slam the cake into a paste, while the other one shovels it.]

Cheating! You're leaving too much of the cake on the plate!

[honestly, if anything, she's learned. she's going to take it in two, three bites.]

[He rolls his eyes and manages a muffled,] Whatever! [through mouthfuls. But fine, if she was gonna whine about it--

Just gonna lift the whole plate to his mouth and scoop the whole thing clean. Happy now?]

[yes.

She's still slowly losing ground, unless he's licking it clean now, but it's an honest defeat.

And also she's getting full, like a sucker]

[It was anyone's race, really. He's getting full too - the only thing driving him was the feeling of humiliation from earlier that day, urging him to grasp at least one win. Anything.

Even if his stomach is lurching like he's gonna throw up, he's persevering. Almost... there...!]

[AT 9-- SHE OFFICIALLY REACHES HER LIMIT, AND... DECLARES...]

... I can't eat anymore...

[He makes a victorious groan as he slides the 10th cake into his face, but before he can swallow it...]

Hrughk--!

'Kay, I'm not feeling so hot...

[BATHROOM WHERE'S THE BATHROOM]

[ANN POINTS, DUTIFULLY, FOR HIM]

[RUNS FOR DEAR LIFE, JUST AS HIS GAG REFLEX STARTS BETRAYING HIM]

[DOES HE MAKE IT?

BECAUSE NORTH IS COLLAPSING ON THE TABLE

hurting

but not regretting her life choices]

[After a minute, Griffin comes back, wiping frosting from his mouth. Flecks of godforsaken dessert vomit stain his already ratty t-shirt, and he looks absolutely haggard.]

I wouldn't... use the men's toilet right now... if I were you...

Well.

The good news about that is that I'm definitely not a boy, which is usually one of the first things people notice about me.

Anyway, are you okay?

Y'know, I think I'm done. Done with cakes! That's it, I'm good!

I don't need any more cake, ever again.

Well...

Don't talk big if you're gonna throw in the towel.

You're just lucky this wasn't what I started with!

Eugh. I still got that 10th slice in my mouth, that counts!

Then you threw it all up, no way that counts!

The competition was speed! Nowhere's it say you gotta keep it all down!

Ohhhh, that's cheating!

[then they could have just raced for a much smaller amount of cake?!]

Why pick ten slices, if that wasn't part of the deal!

Uhhhhhh........

[To be honest? he's just dumb]

I didn't think ten would be nearly that bad.

Oh my god.

[SHE JUST. lies flat on the table.]

Don't make me laugh, I'll literally explode.

It's crazy, I feel way better now that I barfed.

[But the taste of cake now registers too closely to the memory of acidic vomit flavor. Ruined.

Still took a lot out of him, though. He slumps down in a chair too]

So... who braids whose hair now?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only