( oh, is this another side-job he picked up and didn't realize he was in charge of the delivery of said cooked noodles? he thought all he had to do was hand over the raw ingredients, be on his way. )
Sorry to tell you, but it sounds like you got scammed. I don't work for the Golden Noodle.
( in cloud's credit, he doesn't get distracted nor lost when completing this delivery. he had to twist the arm (metaphorically) of the cook at the golden noodle, had him swear to stop giving out his number, but cloud successfully managed to get the order to go. )
...
( this guy has to do a lot of trusting, because cloud sure didn't reply back after the message.
[The guy who opens the door is a tall, scuffy-looking man with dark hair, teetering on the verge of half-awake. Or is he just so, so hungry that he's reaching the point of delirium? It's hard to say. (it isn't that)
He scratches at his chin.]
I talked it down when I told it there was a guy speeding here to keep us fed. With un-soggy noodles. Don't make me into a liar.
( cloud takes a step back when the door opens. the slums are sure full of all sorts of people, but this guy doesn't give him dangerous vibes. plus, he's hungry.
he puts his arm out, plastic bag with the noodle soup inside. the container itself has had tape wrapped around it in an almost comically unnecessary amount. )
Sixty gil.
( or is he going to test the unsoggyness first... )
[He should, really, but he's not going to be that much of an asshole about it. Soggy noodles would still be better than no noodles at all, so he takes the bag first and fossicks around in his pocket for 60 extra gil.]
Yeah, yeah... hold on.
[Out comes the gil, and he hands it over, simultaneously squinting at the container faintly seen through the plastic.]
( what with the blond menace having a heavy broadsword on his back, looking annoyed as all hell about this unexpected side job. cloud takes the gil into his hand, trusts the stranger, and pockets it.
despite everything, it seems like they have a mutual agreement of this-situation-sucked-but-we-made-it-work. )
There's extra meat in the soup. Figured they charged you extra for a delivery that was never going to happen.
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Date: 2025-11-17 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-17 07:04 pm (UTC)if this is a scam, i'm not interested
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:09 pm (UTC)Thought it might be important.
Guess I thought wrong.
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:12 pm (UTC)i've been waiting on this food delivery for 45 minutes, for example, and need to follow up on the driver
is that you? where are my noodles?
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:16 pm (UTC)Sorry to tell you, but it sounds like you got scammed.
I don't work for the Golden Noodle.
( and yet, the name— )
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:18 pm (UTC)1/2
Date: 2025-11-17 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-17 07:21 pm (UTC)Dunno why you'd be given my number.
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:23 pm (UTC)come on, i'm SO hungry
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:27 pm (UTC)It'll cost you.
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-17 07:31 pm (UTC)You want your noodles, you'll pay my fee.
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:33 pm (UTC)fine i'll just consider it the tip
WHICH I ALREADY PAID by the way.
but fine. how much?
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:37 pm (UTC)I guarantee it.
( sounds like you got scammed bro )
Send me your address.
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:41 pm (UTC)but 60 gil it is. better get moving before my stomach eats a hole in itself
[He sends his address! It's a quaint little place in a somewhat shoddy part of town, but quiet.]
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:47 pm (UTC)...
( this guy has to do a lot of trusting, because cloud sure didn't reply back after the message.
a knock on the door— )
Did your stomach eat itself?
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:50 pm (UTC)He scratches at his chin.]
I talked it down when I told it there was a guy speeding here to keep us fed. With un-soggy noodles. Don't make me into a liar.
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:54 pm (UTC)he puts his arm out, plastic bag with the noodle soup inside. the container itself has had tape wrapped around it in an almost comically unnecessary amount. )
Sixty gil.
( or is he going to test the unsoggyness first... )
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Date: 2025-11-17 08:07 pm (UTC)Yeah, yeah... hold on.
[Out comes the gil, and he hands it over, simultaneously squinting at the container faintly seen through the plastic.]
Why'd the soup get mummified? Spillage?
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Date: 2025-11-17 08:10 pm (UTC)( what with the blond menace having a heavy broadsword on his back, looking annoyed as all hell about this unexpected side job. cloud takes the gil into his hand, trusts the stranger, and pockets it.
despite everything, it seems like they have a mutual agreement of this-situation-sucked-but-we-made-it-work. )
There's extra meat in the soup. Figured they charged you extra for a delivery that was never going to happen.