Cyclonis was starving. She'd been working all morning, and her stomach was growling louder than track-beasts on a trail. She wandered through the hallways, towards the kitchens, perhaps to find something edible and beat on the chefs while she was down there.
She walked past her commanders' quarters. Her eyes wandered across the name plates: Snipe, Ravess, Dark Ace.
She passed Dark Ace's door, then froze.
Her nose quivered.
Some delicious and creamy odor was coming from his quarters. Her senses tingled. Her mouth watered at the thought of whatever was in there.
Where in the world had Dark Ace...?
She didn't care. She knocked on the door. No one answered. He wasn't in, apparently. She slid inside and looked around the threadbare room. He really didn't have much in the way of decorations.
There, lying on the table was...a pizza. A beautiful and cheesy pizza, dripping in tomato sauce, topped with mozzeralla and fresh basil. She had no idea he could...cook.
She sat down, cut herself a slice, and bit into it.
Heaven!!
Her tastebuds were having a total fiesta. She leaned back and chewed blissfully. She'd have to excercise pretty hard to work this off, but it was sooooo worth it.
The door slid open all of a sudden...and in came Dark Ace.
Uh-oh.
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Ravess and Snipe looked up from training to see a furious Dark Ace in a pink apron speeding after Cyclonis, who was waving a half eaten pizza slice above her head in absolute triumph. Brother and sister glanced at each other, then at the scene before them. Shook their heads, then resumed working.
They could NOT understand those two, not for the world.