Moondown Joys [V, Santa]

V was very lucky that Santa was a total weirdo. In this case, it meant that her new arrancar acquaintance took the brunt of the attention for her. That left V with the ability to relax, even breathing a soft sigh as most eyes were drawn to Santa instead of the rabbit. "It's... You don't keep a figure like this eating junk food all the time, so not particularly." She sighed, waiting for Santa to start choosing, and jesus christ V couldn't believe her fluffy fuckin' ears.

These burgers were hardly enough for a single person, most people just getting two or so as well as some fries, some dessert if they were truly willing or just outright didn't care. And Santa ordered enough to make V balk right next to her. "You're gonna... Are you gonna take this home with you??" She had to wonder to the woman totally incredulous at the way Santa took the kindness and slapped V in the face with it. But still, she really should have expected it. V should have expected a lot of things at this point, and so when finally Santa was done, the bunny reluctantly tacked on a few extra burgers for herself, and a shake on top of that because she needed something to drown the pain.

"It's... I mean it's junk food. I was thinking a proper restaurant, but we're already here, and..." V trailing off as she swiped a rather shiny credit card, and all of the food was immediately paid for. They were given an order number and told to sit down because no doubt it would take a minute for all of that to get whipped up. "No, no, it's fine. If this is what you actually want, then go for it." V said, regaining at least some of her confidence as she led Santa to a booth somewhere away from prying eyes. "I'll have to take you to a real restaurant some time. Show you what you're actually missing out on."

Their food was delivered to their table if only because the order was so fucking big, otherwise that wasn't something that happened at fast food restaurants. They weren't really 'restaurants' even, V just didn't know what else to call them. Garbage factories? Shit-feaster's paradise? The bunny wouldn't say that out loud because of Santa, but deep down she knew that was how it was.

By the time V even opened her first burger, she swore Santa was already at her second one. "Damn girl, where the fuck do you put all that?" The rabbit couldn't help but wonder in astonishment. In a way she supposed it made sense with her being an Arrancar, something with an endless hunger or whatever, so she heard from her late parents. Still, it was unnerving to watch. Even worse, it was starting to make V lose her appetite. The bunny dug into her first burger and nearly threw up on the spot, but she managed to suppress her visual gagging enough that Santa hopefully wouldn't notice.

"They'll allow anyone with a wallet big enough to walk in. Not the fancy shmancy shitholes, mind you. You know, the ones with the portions sized in centimeters? Fuckin' trash heaps is what I call those." The walking piece of violence and fashion explained with her mouth full. She swallowed, took another bite of her burger, and continued. "An actual steakhouse has hella good steak in pretty good sizes. All sorts of different cuts, lots of different steak sauces you can try, I figured you'd have liked that instead.

But at the idea of being trouble, V just shook her head. "It's not a problem, really. I'll work it all off even outside of my workout. It's not a big deal." Swallowing her burger again and finishing off the last piece before sighing and leaning over to start working on her shake. "No offense but I don't wanna know how you work off calories like this. If you even do." Chuckling to herself with a dismayed shake of her head.

V's gaze followed Santa's down to the woman's chest. Surely that wasn't what she meant by it all went to her chest. Her tits? V would be jealous if she wasn't already aptly endowed herself. Those things didn't just grow randomly. They stayed the same pretty much forever. And this chick was just... growing her tits out? V shook her head with a dismissive chuckle. Ain't no fuckin' way.

"It's not trash but it sure as hell is pretentious with how small it is. A real steakhouse has properly sized steaks for, you know, normal people?" V being obviously sarcastic with her tone to the point even a blissfully stupid woman like Santa could understand it. "Those things you see on TV are real but that's not all there is. Real fine dining is still pretty expensive but there's a difference between pretentious small portion places and an appropriately priced steakhouse, usually ones that are local and not chain places, and ones that don't look like they're trying to be for rich people. If it looks like it's catered to people who wear suits and sniff their own asses, then it's not a good place to eat unless you're prepared to buy hella meals."

Her ears naturally perked up when Santa mentioned fighting though. "You fight?" The bunny sounded like she couldn't believe it. "Maybe I can kinda see it, there's lots of weirdos who don't look like shit but still got hands." The bunny said, only to pause and rethink her statement because she knew Santa would say some dumb shit. "I mean like, they don't look like fighters but they're still strong, y'know?"