Just A Monster (KP FIC)

26

For the rest of the day I remained within the security of the cafeteria. I didn't feel plagued about what I had done before, if anything I managed to stop thinking about it entirely. I allowed it to settle and relieve me even if it seemed to fade for only a significant amount of time. 

With my urges forcing me back into home Sprinklekit decided to reopen the cafeteria for the afternoon. They were ever so apologetic to the customers who lied in wait for a meal, even the ones that rampaged at the entrance and attempted to force their way inside. While we rarely ever had people rioting outside of our door, this was just the same old Sprinklekit with unwavering loyalty to their customers. Speaking of the customers, I had completely forgotten to retrieve the drinks that they ordered, casually strolling back to the table with only their food items and preparing to take a separate order before they made that fact apparent. It slightly drained me. The drinks were already ready however, sitting on the nearby counter in glass drinks sitting atop a silver platter. All I had to do was turn around and go grab them. But even so, I had this itching feeling to snap my jaws in their direction with a nasty scowl, demanding them to grab it themselves as their table WAS nearest to the counter. I slightly shifted in my stance, finding the urge harder and harder to shut out then I had originally thought.

Instead I left without a word, refusing to verbally acknowledge the fact that their drinks were still missing. What did it matter to the lot anyway? Eventually they'd notice them sitting dormant in the direction I had made my exit, verifying with Sprinklekit if it were theirs or not before taking them directly from the platter.

I shuffled back into the kitchen, keeping a straight and tensed posture in order to deny my exhorts to look back at the customers. They didn't say anything upon my leave, I could only feel a few confused and nasty looks burning into my damp backside before I closed the door with a mere. Hopefully they'd get over the whole ordeal and remember this was a one time opportunity in the afternoon to grab a bite to eat. I sighed out of relief. Sagging my weight onto the door entirely in a fit of laziness and expecting for the stinging, illusive burn in my back to dissipate. While it had begun to cool a little bit (despite the steaming atmosphere) the tension was definitely still there, convincing me the goos I had just cowered away from were prepared to hold an everlasting grudge after having to eat their food without a drink and proper service.

The door shuttered slightly behind me, urging me away from it before my wings were stuck in between the frame of a door. Sprinklekit arrived through it to my, very short relief. My nervous and strangely toothy grin drooping as soon as I caught wind of their strictly performing stance. A paw to their hip, brows furrowed, a frown so dipped it'd sag to the tiles. They were clearly pissed about something that involved my absence. No words were exchanged before their previously astray paw held out the platter I had set my eyes on moments before, gesturing me to take it into my own. I was to shocked to do so however. My sight still flicking between the counter lacking any pastries and meals, overflowing with order tickets with sloppy and rushed hand writing (mine), and them. How were they even aware this was an order I decided to take my own? They were so busy working in the kitchen I doubted they ever heard me.

"How did you-"

"Here." They pushed it to my chest and briefly released their grasp on it, forcing me to take it within my own two trembling paws. I could feel a rumbling within my throat. It (surprisingly) wasn't hunger or me mutating from the things I've been digesting. It was like a volcano preparing to go dangerously active and blow up with angered words. If I wasn't in the overly hysterical state I was currently in I was positive my paws would've slipped like slippery infective slimehound puddles and drop the whole thing, abruptly stopping the loud chatter and encasing my world in complete silence. I kept it at bay however. No matter how livid I got with Sprinklekit or anyone else I haven't had past scuffles with, I would never yell or scream at another gootraxian, it just wasn't my style. It was a difficult character to maintain though. My lips were practically quivering trying to trap the distasteful words threatening to breach them.