suit and tie
When he heard Mike’s chuckle, Chuck looked down briefly with a long frown on his face. Why did his hunger have to work to make him out to be some kind of bottomless pit? He swawllowed and put his arms over his stomach in a sort of hugging motion, which made him look a bit vulrenable than previous.“Okaay.”
He let out a weak squeak at the pats on his back. The force of them managed to cause him to stumble forward a couple of a steps. “M-Mike!” he managed out exasperately.“Let’s go.”
When Mike took the lead, he let out a sigh that caused his bangs to flutter in the air for a couple of seconds before falling back down over his eyes. However, he didfollow, just like he always would for his best friend.“…Wow.”
Blinking, Chuck looked around the cafeteria, having completely missed the sign somehow. To say was it a little crowded…was a complete underestimate.“Well. I guess we’ll just go through the line. Sit outside at some picnic table.”
He jumped faintly when Mike turned to look at him before smiling sheepishly. “Heh! Y-Yeah…” Then he sighed, again, when Mike turned back around to walk towards the pizza line. He simply followed, having no other reason to sit down if it meant meeting more unsavory characters.
Mike only smiled kindly and shook his head at the sheepish smile that formed over Chuck’s lips. He was always jumpy and scared, and he liked to be able to say he was a sort of protector for Chuck in a way. That he would always be there for him, and help him when he was completely terrified.
Although sometimes, he did do a couple of things that scared Chuck anyway.
Finally making it to the pizza line, he licked his lips and patted his own stomach once more, “Mm, I’m hungrier now then I was a few minutes ago smelling it!” He laughed and looked next to him, expecting Chuck to be standing there, probably glancing around nervously as though someone were going to scare him.
Mike had hardly gotten over it when Chuck had screamed and clung to him when Duke had terrified him.
Eventually the line moved enough that they were inside the area of attaining a tray and picking your food, from what they offered of course. “Huh.” He picked up a tray and twirled it around in his hands. “Styrofoam. Just throw ‘em away I guess.” He supposed he wasn’t so sure what he was expecting when he saw them, but probably something more high tech because of where he’d come from.
Once the line moved another person or so forward, he nodded towards the pepperoni slices and the lunch woman placed a slice on his tray and he proceeded to pick a brownie on his way out, along with a juice.
“Comin’ Chuck?” He looked back before exiting to the woman who would check out his meal.