Destiny seems to be trying to get a kiss, while still having a fish in her mouth... She always makes things weird ;-;

least Clock seems to put up with her bullshit... for now....

Story:

“Seating for two, please,” she shouted into the hostesses podium, a few inches too short to speak directly into the young lady who’d be seating them, “Preferably by Whisp’s station if he’s here,” she smiled nervously, “but anywhere is fine, really…”

The Hostess looked over the couple, silently judging them, as if gauging how well they’d tip; and if it’d be worth it to perhaps seat them in her own section. The tiny rat girl seemed to be dressed nicely, and well groomed. Her clothing choices weren’t the best; wearing a pair of very unfitting boots with her stockings crumpled to high hell. The other member seemed uninterested in the affair of the evening. A worn out hoodie, and shorts. His hair looked ragged, and uncombed, as if he didn’t care what anyone thought; a scar dawning his snout, eyes empty as they darted around the restaurant waiting hall, absorbing all of the tiny little details of a mural painted years ago. He may have been a good tipper, but the girl was in charge. “Yes, Whisp is here, I’ll seat you right in front of him,” the hostess smiled, praying she had dodged a bullet, and a low tipping table.

Following their guide through the corridor of tables and chairs, only a few other couples dotted the restaurant’s expanse, everyone separated by a few tables, giving them ample space to be themselves, and not worry about what others may think. Even their seating in front of the chef would oblige them such a privilege; What did the chef care if two lovers got engrossed and forgot his presence. He had more important obligations to fulfill; a slave to the infernal ticket machine that rang out more often than anyone would like. “Ay, Destiny! How is my favorite Mouse doing?” A heavy accent littered his voice, a small lisp, and dropped pronunciations, favoring no particular continents. “And you brought a friend this time!”

Clock stared back into the eyes of the chef. “Whisp?” he questioned, before taking a seat next to Destiny, Never breaking eye contact with his new fixation. “Were you a-”

“Oh god no!” He interrupted, “I’m not one of them!” Pulling his shirt down, an elongated scar raced across his throat, making it clear who he was to Clock. “Anyhow, Welcome to Dragon’s Cavern Sushi, What would you like?” Raising a knife to a board high above his head, it chimed as it struck the steel frame of the menu, “this one is popular, it’s a shared plate of nigiri, Perfect for two people. You are two people, right?”

“Yes,” Destiny chimed in, “we’ll take that one!” Her voice seeming anxious as she paned to face Clock, “Do you know Whisp from somewhere else?” If Clock was taking interest in anyone, surely something was up. She leaned in closer, and whispered, “should i be concerned?”

Clock stared back at Destiny, “What do you think Whisp is?” Gesturing towards Himself, and Whisp, whom was hard at work, preparing a plate for the duo.

Destiny looked over to Whisp, “You’re a dragon, right? That’s why it’s called ‘Dragon’s Cavern’, Right?” She seemed highly concerned. How long had she been mislabeling him as a dragon… Surely longer than he had been calling her a mouse; she never took offense to it, she’d simply never explained that she was a rat.

“I’m a Bound Liyorlis,” he muttered, seemingly disappointed in himself, “a former Scion Liyorlis.” The clicking of a knife gliding through raw fish rhythmically stuttered as the conversation hung in the air. “Just like your date, I’m no longer allowed to bear that title, So, I just let people call me what they’d like,” turning his back to them to grab a small wooden tray for their meal, he continued, “As long as you mean no disrespect, you could call me anything.” Flying back around his work station, his work had been done. A tray of sushi had been placed between them both. “It’s probably best to just call me Whisp tho,” he muttered Staring back at Clock, “Some of us don’t like being called certain names.”

As swiftly as he had made their food, he had vanished back into his own world, preparing more orders, and completing more task as required. The plate of sushi looked beautiful. Each peice of sushi has as much care put into it as possible. Not one grain of rice was out of place. “Sushi…” Destiny drooled out, pouring over the plate of wonderful fish, obstructing everyone else’s view of the majesty before them. In an instant, she shoved a piece of Shrimp into her mouth, and began to faun over the wonderful piece of heaven she’d just engulfed. “You gotta try this Clock, ”she sputtered, mouth full of rice and fish pieces.

Clock Began moving towards the tray, “uh, yea, sure-”

Partway to the tray of immaculate, untouched nigiri, he had been trapped, Arm pinned to Destiny’s small chest, as she tried to drag him inward. “Try it!” she repeated, inching closer to Clock’s mouth, Shrimp tail poking out between her lips, cheeks full of rice, and self satisfaction. As she got closer, Clock leaned further away, not wanting to let her win easily; Atleast, not this time. Resting his head on his fist, he stared at her. “Come on, just try a piece!” The Further he got, the more she’d have to try; Eventually forcing her to lean off her chair, before needing her to prop herself up on the chair. Her plan to go Shortless underneath her skirt would eventually have come to fail; as her skirt was not long enough, nor meant for her to be in such a odd position.

ugh, What a discusting bitch

Clock whipped his head around, glaring daggers at the man who made the remark. Making sure they weren’t taking about Destiny.

uhg, i can smell her all the way over here-

“Shut the fuck up!” Clock roared, scaring Destiny back into her seat, oblivious to what had been said about her, seeing what Clock had been shouting at. “Mind your own Business!” Unfortunately, it was now everyone’s business… Even Whisp stopped his prep work to see what was about to go down. Clock continued to glare at the man, hoping he got the message.

Returning to his date, Destiny still sit stunned with a piece of shrimp in her mouth, confused. In a fit of defiance, and disrespect to the rude patron, Clock snuck a bit out of the shrimp, And some of Destiny’s lips; causing her to recoil in a fit of red, while Whisp smiled smuggly, approving of it all.

Oh, great, they’re still going at it. Why can’t the trash eat somewhe-

Clock erupted from his chair, a screeching sound pierced the atmosphere. Marching over to the table, everyone was watching once again. Whispers amongst the other tables began to flutter in the air, fueling the adrenaline of the vagrant watcher.

‘What’s going on?’
‘Dinner and a show? You shouldn’t have!’
‘Finally someone’s gonna shut him up’
‘You like the sushi?’
‘Why can’t you do stuff like that for me?! That’s a real man!’

Standing over the table, Clock looked down at the wolf. Silently judging them. “What? You got a problem?” they barked at him. “You, and your escort are ruining our meal.” There was no response. No actions taken. Just a cold unfeeling stare. “Is there a problem lizard?” The Wolf stood up, Standing a few inches taller than Clock, growling as he stared into the grey eyes of his confronter. “Wanna take this outsi-”

His food was swiped off the table and onto the floor. In a single motion, an expensive meal was ruined. Turning to the women sitting across from the hound of lackluster banter, Clock spoke, “You could probably do better than this guy,” before turning around, and returning to his table, Sparing her small plate of california rolls from the same fate.

The room filled with more whispers, as the fool remain standing by his discarded tray of fish on the floor.

‘I don’t know, but that was funny, i’m going to hell for laughing, arn’t i?’
‘The show must go on! It can’t end there!!!’
‘Well… that was a bit excessive. Poor girl must be embraced.’’
‘The sushi is fine, I’m curious what they had, it still looks good… I swear, it’s not because I'm a raccoon! It just looks good!’
‘I am a real man, you're just not worth fighting for. Bye.’


From the sushi bar, Destiny and Whisp watched in pure amazement. “Did he just do that?” Destiny puzzled.

“You should probably keep this one Destiny,” Whisp said smiling, “That’s a good guy you got there.” Growing silent as Clock approached nearer, he locked eyes with him, “Can you tip the waitress on your way out? She’s probably lost that table.” He smiled, “I hope to see you again soon, Jester.”