Lucky No. 7

[itsherfault]

"So it's not just me you forget?" he asked, then chuckled. "Well, that makes me feel better, at least. I was worried I was some kind of forgettable."

[mesmu]

"Naw. I'm sure everyone remembers you... I'm just... spacey, I think," He shrugs. "So... how long are you here for anyways?"

[itsherfault]

"Not too long. Two weeks."

Long enough for the jackasses to be reassigned and/or punished in whatever way they saw fit for their actions and gotten out of Kelv's way so that when he came back, they could proceed with his own disciplinary actions, if they decided it was necessary. He didn't tell Zeke that, though.

"What about you?"

[mesmu]

"Um... Long term leave... I think... Uh, um..." He frowns as he looks down to his hands. "Harassment and, um... Yeah... Just glad someone believed me and fought for me... Otherwise..." He frowns deeper, eyes flashing as he thinks back. Suddenly he smiles.

"So... We're waiting on, uh... crap, what did we order again?"

[itsherfault]

He laughed. "I ordered two steaks and got you a salad," he replied. "Geez, you really do have memory problems, huh?"

[mesmu]

"Naw, just attentions problems... Right, a side salad... Hmm..." Zeke shrugs with a whimsical smile. "When do you think it'll get here then? I'm starving!" His tummy rumbled to empathize this point.

[itsherfault]

He looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"Pretty soon, since that looks like our food," he said; the waiter came and set the plates in front of them; when he was gone, Kelv traded the second steak for the salad.

"This smells and looks delicious," he said.

[mesmu]

Zeke nods, "Enjoy." Then picks up a fork and stabs his salad. "Down the hatch this is going~."

[itsherfault]

"Mmhmm," he said, then started to wolf down his own plate of food, savoring the taste of the exotic sauces and vegetables on his tongue as he ate.

After he was done with that and the strange alien liquid (a warm transparent brown color - the waiter called it 'coke pop'), he sat back, heaving a big sigh.

"Whatever else they say about this planet," he said to Zeke, "they definitely know how to cook."

[mesmu]

Zeke purred in agreement. Then asks quickly, "Speaking of which... Where are ya from anyways...?" The Zercan watches the other with amusement and has been since he finished his salad before the other.

[itsherfault]

"Parinenai," he responded with a toothy grin. "I'm a Dragonis, can't you tell?"

[mesmu]

"Well you are arrogant... I'll give you that one... Beyond that? Nope." Zeke purrs deeper in amusement as he leans forward on his hands, examining the other. "By the way... What was your name again?"

[itsherfault]

He resisted the urge to bang his head against the table.

"Kelv, you can... call me Kelv," he said.

[mesmu]

"Kelv. Got it... So... How is that spelled? And do you have a place to stay yet, Kelv?"

[itsherfault]

"K-E-L-V, short for Kelvarien Alexeivitch Sevarthren," he said with a smirk. "And I was just heading to find someplace when I ran into you, actually."