Now Sechs' mischievous grin had become a nasty grimace. He could have far cared less for the other man's response, or the reminder of just how slow his organic body was. In his original form, Sechs could have easily set that tomato into a plasma ball and thrown it at his table mate's face in a heartbeat -- or better yet, up Landel's ass! Instead, his eatable weapon was instantly ripped away before he could have used it to its full potential. He returned the other man's stare with a snarl.
What remained of his artillery was dropped back upon the slice of pizza -- but it wasn't left alone just yet. Sechs' fingers curled around the pizza's crust with the same tenseness as a soldier prepping a live grenade.
So finicky "Mr. Phobic of Tomatoes" thought Sechs to be "immature", huh?! It was true that Sechs was just barely two years old, but he knew he was far smarter and tougher than most people who've only lived such a handful of years! He hated being called stupid, and he wasn't going to let the guy get away with that!
"Well I don't!" he retorted, swiftly picking up the tomato-encrusted pizza and flinging it towards his target in a blur of scattering cheese and crust--
"Just WHAT are you doing Cody?!"
The flying pizza stopped in the midst of its flight at the sudden arrival of a nurse and a shadowing orderly. With the pizza hanging limply in his hand, Sechs paused, shooting an angry glare at the interrupting staff. A hint of a needle within the nurse's hand told Sechs she already knew of the little battle he was pursuing, and that she wasn't going to let it start under her watch. Seeing the syringe sent a twinge of pain in his back, and Sechs angrily returned the pizza back to his plate with a dull "plop"!
"Nothing!" Sechs snarled, feeling himself grow hot in the face with infuriated disappointment. "Was just fooling around. That's all..."
The nurse seemed satisfied with his answer and left, but knowing that she would be watching him from a distance now, Sechs reluctantly gave up on bugging his table mate. With that major put down, Sechs was forced to eat his own words -- and the pizza with its tomatoes as well.
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What remained of his artillery was dropped back upon the slice of pizza -- but it wasn't left alone just yet. Sechs' fingers curled around the pizza's crust with the same tenseness as a soldier prepping a live grenade.
So finicky "Mr. Phobic of Tomatoes" thought Sechs to be "immature", huh?! It was true that Sechs was just barely two years old, but he knew he was far smarter and tougher than most people who've only lived such a handful of years! He hated being called stupid, and he wasn't going to let the guy get away with that!
"Well I don't!" he retorted, swiftly picking up the tomato-encrusted pizza and flinging it towards his target in a blur of scattering cheese and crust--
"Just WHAT are you doing Cody?!"
The flying pizza stopped in the midst of its flight at the sudden arrival of a nurse and a shadowing orderly. With the pizza hanging limply in his hand, Sechs paused, shooting an angry glare at the interrupting staff. A hint of a needle within the nurse's hand told Sechs she already knew of the little battle he was pursuing, and that she wasn't going to let it start under her watch. Seeing the syringe sent a twinge of pain in his back, and Sechs angrily returned the pizza back to his plate with a dull "plop"!
"Nothing!" Sechs snarled, feeling himself grow hot in the face with infuriated disappointment. "Was just fooling around. That's all..."
The nurse seemed satisfied with his answer and left, but knowing that she would be watching him from a distance now, Sechs reluctantly gave up on bugging his table mate. With that major put down, Sechs was forced to eat his own words -- and the pizza with its tomatoes as well.