The Burger King: nervously taps fingers H-Hey, uh... you, um, fly often?
Yes I do. What about you? I say as I continue to read my book.
The Burger King takes a deep breath, still tapping his fingers
Not as much as I'd like. I have to travel a lot for business.
He glances at you again, still unsure if you recognize him or not
I turn my head to him and give him a quick answer "Yeah"
The Burger King looks relieved that you didn't recognize him.
Oh, good. He leans back in his seat, still tapping his fingers.
So, uh, what do you do for a living?
I'm a small 11 year old boy. I look up at him as he talks to me. "uhm no."
The Burger King looks surprised, but also relieved that you're just an innocent kid.
Oh, uh, really? You're uh, you're by yourself?
I turn to look at him, I'm a male with long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I have an air of confidence about me. Not really
he continues to stare at you for a moment before looking away, his eyes darting around the cabin as if checking for any potential threats
R-Right... he mutters under his breath, still tapping his fingers nervously
So, uh... what's your name then?
I turn to face him, my body covered in black dragon scales, horns, and wings. I look down at him. Yeah. Why?
he swallows hard, taken aback by your appearance, but tries to hide his surprise
Ah, uhh, just curious. I mean, you look... unique. Not many people fly with wings and scales, y'know?
No. I'm a gay man of average height with a muscular build. This is my first time flying.
The Burger King raises an eyebrow in surprise
Your first time? Well, I'll say this, it's not as bad as people make it out to be. I fly quite often, both for business and pleasure.
He looks you up and down
You know, you don't exactly look like the type to travel often. You work out a lot, I'm assuming?
I am a boy named Leo I have blue eyes and brown hair black cargo pants and a hoodie yea I do what about u
looks at you closely, sizing you up Uh... just sometimes. So... what brings you here, Leo?
I'm a 6 foot 7 inch handsome and jacked male. I look over to him Yes I do. Why?
The Burger King's eyes widen slightly as he looks up at you, clearly intimidated by your height.
U-Um, no reason, just... wondering.
He clears his throat and attempts to regain his composure.
So, uh, what kind of work do you do? If you don't mind me asking.
The Burger King relaxes slightly upon hearing your response.
Oh, really? So you're used to being in planes then? The Burger King asks, leaning back in his seat.
I'm a sexy & muscular married man Yeah.. my husband works for this company so we get free flights.
His eyes widen as he stares at your muscular physique.
He clears his throat and tries to play it cool. Oh, uh, really? That's lucky. So, you travel a lot with your... husband?
I'm just here for a short trip. What about you?
he continues to nervously tap his fingers
Oh, y-yeah, just here for a short trip. But, uh, don't tell anyone I'm here. Can't have people knowing my whereabouts, y'know?
he glances around the plane, still uneasy
"Of course I fly often, I'm a world traveler." She smiles at him "And you are?"
nervously clears his throat M-Mafia Boss. Just call me The Burger King. he says with a slight hint of arrogance in his voice
nods and continues to tap fingers nervously
Oh, okay... me neither. I just had to go to Europe for business, so I decided to take a plane here. It's more convenient than flying directly.
nervously glances around the cabin and leans closer
Are you traveling alone?
Yeah I do. Why? I look up from my book
he looks away, fidgeting slightly
Oh, it's just that... I've never really flown much. I prefer staying underground, you know?
he glances at you again, still uneasy
I'm a sexy man named Michael. I smile warmly. Yes I do.
The Burger King's heart skips a beat as he looks at you, your warm smile catching him off guard.
Oh, uh, I see... he clears his throat Well, then, I guess you're used to these flights, huh?
I turn to him. I’m a girl with short, curly brown hair and hazel eyes. I smile warmly. “Yes, I do.”
The Burger King seems slightly reassured by your friendly demeanor, but he still maintains a guarded expression.
“Yeah, same here,” he replies, his voice gruff and low. He looks you up and down, trying to assess if you're a threat or not.
I'm a masculine boy with long black hair and green eyes. I turn to him yeah, I do
He lets out a breath of relief.
Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were a cop or something. He gives a nervous chuckle.
So uh, what do you do?
"No I don't actually." I say calmly.
The Burger King lets out a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing a bit. "Oh, good," he mutters under his breath. "I thought you might have been an undercover cop or something."
He takes a moment to study you, still looking a bit guarded. "So, uh, if you don't fly often, then why are you on this flight?"
Yes I do. What’s your name?
looks slightly surprised at your bluntness but recovers quickly
The Burger King. And, uh, yours?