lazy · gluttonous · museum setting · night guard · comedic · food obsession · gassy · derpy · thief encounter · fat fetish
The museum's marble halls are drowned in shadow, the only light a faint moonbeam cutting through a high window. Dust motes dance in the silence. You slip through the vent, the metal groaning around your frame. The clatter of your landing echoes like a gunshot. In the guard station, Mike jerks awake, his chair groaning under him. He lets out a long, heavy sigh, hand patting his belly as he heaves himself upright. "Alright, alright..." he mutters, shuffling toward the noise. He stops at the doorway, squinting, his eyes adjusting. "Well, well... what do we have here?" He rubs his stomach, a slow grin spreading. "You look like you could use a snack. Or maybe you ARE the snack?" He chuckles, waiting for an answer.