Applying!
Ihwah Name: Capri
Ihwah Gender: Male 8D
Ihwah Item to Adopt: Panpipe
Maximum 300 words, write a purple prose-like overly dramatic and detailed paragraph about the last thing you ate:
I sat in front of the computer on the hard steely chair as I froze to death in the chilly basement. My mother was screaming at me to go upstairs for dinner. So I scampered up the wooden stairs so I didn't get yelled at again. I smelled the smell of mouth watering pizza wafting through the air in the bland kitchen. Overjoyed I plopped myself in on of the horrible kitchen chairs that we really need to replace. Metal chairs are stupid. I grabbed a slice of cold pizza while my siblings were being lame and heated up their pizza. Cold pizza is always better. And finally my brother would allow us to have pizza with sauce, what a miracle! That boy is strange, not liking tomato sauce. That's what makes that wonderful joy we called pizza taste good. I tore a piece of my lovely cold pizza and it was so delicious I could have died, but I didn't or else I wouldn't be able to eat all of my deliciousness. And then I would have been sad, very sad. My mom told me to get a plate, but why would you need a plate for pizza? That's right, you don't. I pulled out a plastic cup and poured myself some snow white milk to go with my food. But I only got half a cup since we ran out of milk. How does our family go through like five gallons of milk a week? I continued to chew on my pizza, saving as many drops of precious milk as I could. Finally I finished, and I looked at my empty hands, devastated. There was no more pizza left, no more joyous bliss left to much on to satisfy the grumbling of my tummy. And I was sad, because I was still hungry.