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Out to Lunch (gen)
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fandomsecrets (the crossover fic request meme)
Title: Out for Lunch
Author: rhap_chan
Fandom: Restaurantslash? i dunno~
Pairing: Ronald McDonald and The (Burger) King gen
Prompt: FACE-OFF AT TACO BELL. Or KFC. Wherever.
Rating: G
Word Count: 323
Disclaimer: Ronald McDonald belongs to McDonald's. The King belongs to Burger King. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: A shadow fell over his table. Ronald ignored it meaningfully for a moment, then looked up. The bearded face stared.
He was sitting in the very back corner, with his hat pulled low and his hair tucked in. He looked up every once in a while and looked straight back down, as if he was waiting for something-- like a screaming horde of children to descend upon him, stepping on shoes, pulling hair, something like that-- but of course he wasn't expecting that. He wasn't! Really!
In fact, he was just enjoying his taco quietly and quickly. He'd been in here before without any trouble. In and out and then back to work. It was justified, really.
A shadow fell over his table. Ronald ignored it meaningfully for a moment, then looked up. The bearded face stared. He groaned quietly.
"Do we really have to do this every time we meet somewhere? I mean, really?! I know you do this sometimes too. It's impossible to stay there all the time. You'd die of a heart attack, for one thing."
The King said nothing. He didn't move either. Ronald scrubbed at the facepaint visible under his thick black glasses as though he were still trying to hide.
"Just leave me alone," he muttered. The King didn't move again for a long moment. Then he sat down in the chair across from Ronald. He had a bag in his hand. He set it on the table and took something out of it, holding it up for Ronald's inspection. The clown nodded.
"The chalupa. That's a good one," he said, breaking into a characteristic grin. If there had been any children in Taco Bell at midnight, they would have swarmed him, and he did spare a glimpse around just in case.
"You know," he said after a moment as the two of them ate in silence, "we never could do Mexican properly, even if we tried. It's probably a good thing this stupid restaurant doesn't have a mascot. Peaceful."
The King nodded and ate his chalupa.
fandomsecrets (the crossover fic request meme)Title: Out for Lunch
Author: rhap_chan
Fandom: Restaurantslash? i dunno~
Pairing: Ronald McDonald and The (Burger) King gen
Prompt: FACE-OFF AT TACO BELL. Or KFC. Wherever.
Rating: G
Word Count: 323
Disclaimer: Ronald McDonald belongs to McDonald's. The King belongs to Burger King. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: A shadow fell over his table. Ronald ignored it meaningfully for a moment, then looked up. The bearded face stared.
He was sitting in the very back corner, with his hat pulled low and his hair tucked in. He looked up every once in a while and looked straight back down, as if he was waiting for something-- like a screaming horde of children to descend upon him, stepping on shoes, pulling hair, something like that-- but of course he wasn't expecting that. He wasn't! Really!
In fact, he was just enjoying his taco quietly and quickly. He'd been in here before without any trouble. In and out and then back to work. It was justified, really.
A shadow fell over his table. Ronald ignored it meaningfully for a moment, then looked up. The bearded face stared. He groaned quietly.
"Do we really have to do this every time we meet somewhere? I mean, really?! I know you do this sometimes too. It's impossible to stay there all the time. You'd die of a heart attack, for one thing."
The King said nothing. He didn't move either. Ronald scrubbed at the facepaint visible under his thick black glasses as though he were still trying to hide.
"Just leave me alone," he muttered. The King didn't move again for a long moment. Then he sat down in the chair across from Ronald. He had a bag in his hand. He set it on the table and took something out of it, holding it up for Ronald's inspection. The clown nodded.
"The chalupa. That's a good one," he said, breaking into a characteristic grin. If there had been any children in Taco Bell at midnight, they would have swarmed him, and he did spare a glimpse around just in case.
"You know," he said after a moment as the two of them ate in silence, "we never could do Mexican properly, even if we tried. It's probably a good thing this stupid restaurant doesn't have a mascot. Peaceful."
The King nodded and ate his chalupa.