01-17-2016, 09:43 PM
Being sick sucked. Like, really really sucked. If there was anything in the world that made the leopard shark sick to his stomach, it was being sick. The whole fiasco with the ailment that had plagued the Citadel was an experience he never wanted to go through again. As much as he loved working as one of the Overlord's minions, he hated being someone's patient on an infirmary bed with a passion and made that fact very well known when he was in the care of the doctors and nurses. Calling him a difficult patient was an understatement.
Thankfully, the whole thing was days long gone, and he was mostly back to being one hundred percent, if not for feeling little more tired,and less hungry than usual. He'd gotten to his usual early start that morning, engaging in his normal routine of pre-breakfast exercises and a brisk cold shower. Donning his Minion uniform, he gave himself a once over, unable to stop the cocky grin that crossed his features.
He rocked that outfit dang good, if he said so himself. Slicking his tongue across his thumb, he brought it to his rear with a quiet "Tsss~" and made his way out to the galley to grab some food before the big meeting today. He'd been hearing rumor after rumor about these new humans coming around, and at this point he didn't know WHAT to believe. Hopefully it all got at least a little clearer in this meet up...if that was what it was even about.
Grabbing about ten boiled eggs, he started on a brisk walk to the--he pulled out his tablet to check the meeting location again--Central Citadel! Once he entered, Razor was quick to spot his taller companions, Angus and Keir, standing with the other members of their department and made his way over, popping the last of the eggs into his mouth, shell and all. "Hey' y'all" He quipped, "Lovely mornin' fo' a meetin', in'nt it?"
Thankfully, the whole thing was days long gone, and he was mostly back to being one hundred percent, if not for feeling little more tired,and less hungry than usual. He'd gotten to his usual early start that morning, engaging in his normal routine of pre-breakfast exercises and a brisk cold shower. Donning his Minion uniform, he gave himself a once over, unable to stop the cocky grin that crossed his features.
He rocked that outfit dang good, if he said so himself. Slicking his tongue across his thumb, he brought it to his rear with a quiet "Tsss~" and made his way out to the galley to grab some food before the big meeting today. He'd been hearing rumor after rumor about these new humans coming around, and at this point he didn't know WHAT to believe. Hopefully it all got at least a little clearer in this meet up...if that was what it was even about.
Grabbing about ten boiled eggs, he started on a brisk walk to the--he pulled out his tablet to check the meeting location again--Central Citadel! Once he entered, Razor was quick to spot his taller companions, Angus and Keir, standing with the other members of their department and made his way over, popping the last of the eggs into his mouth, shell and all. "Hey' y'all" He quipped, "Lovely mornin' fo' a meetin', in'nt it?"