[PS] Undrafted Meeting Grounds

[Warako]

?Mr. Cell Junior is here,? said the tiny blue man as he appeared on the tele-tube pad. With his outer blue shell and black wings looking dirty as he was covered in dirt and sweat, he looked around noticing many fighters standing about and most registering within his gut feeling; which he seems to keep feeling and can?t figure out why, getting fed up with it, better to just forget about how he came about with this power and assumed it was suppressed by his amnesia.

Stepping off the tele-tube pad, the winged creature noticed the table of food. ?Yum,? said the little man as he rubbed his tummy heading over to the table. Once again, thanks to his short stature, CJ had trouble getting the food, but rather than hovering up and grabbing it, he thought he?d play it safe and pretend to be pathetic. Junior turned looking around and fixated his eyesight with a folding chair. The little guy made his way over to it and grabbed it dragging it along the floor as if a struggle to move it. Eventually he made it to the table where he unfolded it and climbed up to be able to reach the food among the table.

He dug in the food like it was a WWI trench, eating everything and making sure every food got their share. People nearby watched the little guy as he made a mess of himself, but they became annoyed when the filth, which plagued his blue skin, started to chip off and fall amongst the food. CJ noticed some of his dirt falling among the food but it didn?t bother him, he kept chewing away not caring if he happened to eat some of the dirt. He already ate some dirt earlier when that human knocked him that boulder forcing the earth?s surface into his mouth. He grew indifferent to it as it didn?t affect his metabolism, he just assumed it would do no harm if he happened to get some dirt into his system.

Cell Jr. let out an obnoxious burp drawing a few looks but shrugging them off as he hopped off the chair and made his way towards a cleansing stall which he proceeded to hope in and wash himself down quickly to just get the dirt off. After finishing he came back out into the community room where everyone seemed to have been mingling. He dropped onto a couch and watched television not caring what was on, he didn?t even bother to reach for the remote; he just sat there as exhaustion sat in.

?I?m pooped,? the little turd said.

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