http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/ ([identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2007-07-10 05:31 am
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Lunch - Tuesday 7/10

Guud murneeng stoodents! I epulugeeze-a fur my ebsence-a yesterdey. My fleeght frum Svedee ceme-a in lete-a. Veurd. Ve're-a usooelly oon teeme-a in thet cuoontry.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeseboorgers

-French Fries

-Seled

-Pooddeeng

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2007-07-10 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
John raised an eyebrow. There wasn't anyone for Wells to be looking at. John didn't get why Wells was avoiding his gaze. Such a strange boy. Maybe he was a demon.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2007-07-10 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew turned around to see John with his eyebrow all cocked. How does he do that. Andrew tried to cock his own eyebrow, which just squinched up his face all funny and made his nostrils flare out. Then he remembered to shrug -- hoping John would still buy it after the delay.

He went back to eating his fries. The ones on the opposite side of the plate from the one he had just hacked up.

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2007-07-10 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Is he having a seizure? John wondered when Wells' face got all squinched up. Assuming food consumption resumption meant Wells wasn't choking, John shook his head and turned back to his own food.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2007-07-10 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew breathed a sigh of relief when John finally turned back around. Maybe he should say something... take it to the next level.

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2007-07-10 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
John wondered if Wells was trying to get his attention with the cough. He fought the urge to turn around again and focused on his pudding and fries.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2007-07-10 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew thought John cut a nice profile. He wanted to see it again, but without the staring -- from John, that is. He began to sing softly, unsteadily, while munching on fries and looking off into a corner of the room:

Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl.

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2007-07-10 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
John turned his head just barely when he heard what he thought was singing.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2007-07-10 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep, Andrew thought, a very nice profile.

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2007-07-10 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
John turned back to his food, thinking the singing must've been in his head.