“AUGH... my achin’ gut...” The young man cried out, his gloved hands clutching his stomach in anguish. He was wandering the streets of the place and, by god, was he starving... It’s his own fault really, leaving the hotel for work without eating. Fighting off his hunger the whole shift took a toll on the poor cup-boy leaving him a hungry mess.. Gut growling again, Cuphead glowered. “Yea, yeah. Tell me somethin’ I don’t know...” He fussed. Most of the places here had food he’d never really seen before... and some of ‘em didn’t look THAT appetizing... And he wasn’t going to give the ones with weird names a chance... What the heck was Moloch’s meat anyway? And Who’s Moloch?
Leaning himself against a cafe chair he groaned again... Mugsy would be giving him a ‘I told you so’ right about now if he were here, wouldn’t he? The sweet smell of the city wasn’t doing any favors for his stomach at all. It just made it grumble worse! It was almost as if the place was teasing him with the smell of sweet sugary doughy goodness!! Snapping out of his daze, Cup’s eyes darted around the area as his straw seemed to curl into a ‘?’ rather comically. He knew that smell! Only ONE kind of pastry made THAT kinda smell! Looking up to the table beside him, Cuphead pulled himself onto the chair to get a view.
“WOAH!! JACKPOT!!” He hollered, beaming. Donuts... A Box of donuts lie on the table, just calling out to him. “Gosh, and here I thought i’d have to go for that Moloch thing!” Yanking one from the box, he laughed. “Help yerself? Don’t mind if I do!” Not that there was a ‘Help yourself’ sign anywhere...
Before the delicious treat met his lips, he finally took notice of who else was at the table and froze. “Ah...”” Lowering the sweet now, he giggled nervously. “ ...Ehehe... these ain’t yours are they?”
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