Zulma, just for the sake of brevity, Abd Al Hakim is a pretty long tag.
AND HERE IS A THIRD PERSON SAMPLE IN UNIVERSE SUPER SORRY
They're really, really not used to actually having to order things out. They certainly had no use for a phone, so they never bothered to get one, and they had no idea how to operate a lap top, so internet orders were off the menu as well. If they wanted food, they'd have to get up and walk to the closest eatery to get it. And this totally was not a problem for them. Especially not when today decided it was going to thunderstorm as hard as it possibly could. They didn't even have an umbrella. That didn't even matter to them, because water falling out of the sky like this was still almost a novelty to them, and they were going to enjoy every moment of it that they could.
They didn't believe that one could get sick walking in the rain anyway. So by the time they reached the nearest Thai food takeout place, they were soaked to the bone, shivering, and clearly smiling a mile wide under the white veil, gesturing with boisterous energy out the windows towards the sheets of rain pouring down on the city and dripping all over the nice mahogany counter. They didn't seem to care that their money was soggy, it wasn't like the paper was damaged by water anyway. What they did realize was that their writing paper was... beyond help.
It took a moment, but someone finally managed to glean from their gestures and pointing that they wanted a waitresses notepad, where they quickly jotted down their order with a stick of charcoal and handed it off to someone willing to tolerate them for longer than five minutes. They were a bit too strange for everyone else.
Their food was made as quickly as possible, in a bit of a rush to hurry the seven foot tall masked stranger out of their establishment, even though they seemed intent with bothering everyone there. There was a written question for everything, from what kind of plastic plant was that to if the person at the cashiering desk had a pet. Their food was practically shoved into their skinny hands, and they waved energetically as they wandered back out into that roaring storm, going as far as to open their doggy bag and start picking food out to eat as they headed back home in the rain.
WHOOOPS okay lemme bang this out RIGHT HERE
AND HERE IS A THIRD PERSON SAMPLE IN UNIVERSE SUPER SORRY
They're really, really not used to actually having to order things out. They certainly had no use for a phone, so they never bothered to get one, and they had no idea how to operate a lap top, so internet orders were off the menu as well. If they wanted food, they'd have to get up and walk to the closest eatery to get it. And this totally was not a problem for them. Especially not when today decided it was going to thunderstorm as hard as it possibly could. They didn't even have an umbrella. That didn't even matter to them, because water falling out of the sky like this was still almost a novelty to them, and they were going to enjoy every moment of it that they could.
They didn't believe that one could get sick walking in the rain anyway. So by the time they reached the nearest Thai food takeout place, they were soaked to the bone, shivering, and clearly smiling a mile wide under the white veil, gesturing with boisterous energy out the windows towards the sheets of rain pouring down on the city and dripping all over the nice mahogany counter. They didn't seem to care that their money was soggy, it wasn't like the paper was damaged by water anyway. What they did realize was that their writing paper was... beyond help.
It took a moment, but someone finally managed to glean from their gestures and pointing that they wanted a waitresses notepad, where they quickly jotted down their order with a stick of charcoal and handed it off to someone willing to tolerate them for longer than five minutes. They were a bit too strange for everyone else.
Their food was made as quickly as possible, in a bit of a rush to hurry the seven foot tall masked stranger out of their establishment, even though they seemed intent with bothering everyone there. There was a written question for everything, from what kind of plastic plant was that to if the person at the cashiering desk had a pet. Their food was practically shoved into their skinny hands, and they waved energetically as they wandered back out into that roaring storm, going as far as to open their doggy bag and start picking food out to eat as they headed back home in the rain.
Noodles technically weren't finger food.
Nor should they be eaten in the rain.
But little rules like that were never important.