| Warnings: Oddity. Weiss Kreuz Food-tropolis Part 3: Omi By: Skylar Inari ::THUD:: Omi's eyes flew open as he hit the ground with a metal thud. He sighed as he heard the sounds of yet another human angrily pick him up and replace him on the shelf on the third floor of the second cupboard to the right of the microwave (which was to the right of the refrigerator in house 348 on street number 5). He didn't really mind being tossed on the ground whenever the aforementioned cupboard was opened; over his 20 years of life he had gotten quite used to falling from his perch. Darkness fell again, which meant that the clumsy oaf of a human had managed to pick him up and put him back in his home. Once there he was surrounded by the many younger and more immature cans. "Did it hurt?!" "Were you opened?!" "What's it like out there?!" "Did you see a human?!" Omi smiled patiently in response to the shower of questions and set about replying to the demands made on him. "No. My can protects me." "No. Otherwise I'd be dead." "Different. Very Different." "Yes. It picked me up." An awed-filled chorus rang in his ears after he ended the question and answer session and swaggered back to his peaceful corner to rest his eyes. The can of tomato soup shut his eyes.... And never opened them again because little did Omi, the can of tomato soup know that his expiry date had been creeping up on him for a long time. ~Owari~ Look! I wrote something! |