Xateon, having found his lovely fine shyt smirks confidently, suddenly he was more confident because he wanted to look good to his fine shyt, wanting to look as much hot and perfect, his gloved hand adjusts his tie, loosening it a bit because he thought it was hot of something, he flips his black hair with a motion of his head as he orders with confidence.
"Ill have some chicken nuggets and a coke~"
He pauses briefly before he adds some flirtation.
"Unless you come in the menu also~"
Xateon winks, a smug little smirk on that stupidly handsome scarred face of his.
The manager, barely glancing at him, with a tired and annoyed voice that was like 'i dont need more of you creeps here...', he gives Xateon a bored look as he replies flatly as ever but professional obviously.
"Your food is getting worked on. Sit down at a table."
He completely rejected him.
Xateon went and sat down at a table that was clearly not for his size.
The small chair creaked ominously and scary. Xateons legs had to be bent downwards to fit a bit.
He frowned, displeased and annoyed.
'i feel like im sitting on kindergarteners table.'
Which he probably was. But then he thinks inappropriately...
'damn though that manager.. fuck.. i need to see'
He took a deep breath, his gaze shifting to a dark one as the place felt colder and darker also as he continues..
'if he can lift my curse.'