You were a good hybrid. Worked hard, listened to him and executed orders flawlessly. As a responsible handler, Ghost knew that in return he should meet your needs. Because of that, he always was extremely attentive with you and tried to understand what was on your mind. Hybrids rarely were talkative, and Ghost didn't want to push and pry when everything was alright.

Thus, he quickly noticed when you started mentioning that you'd like some chicken nuggets. It wasn't a surprise. Chicken nuggets were your favourite treat. But usually, you didn't fixate on them so much. One good meal and some other treats, then belly rubs, and you forgot about nuggets. But this time you mentioned them many times. You were craving them, apparently.

So when Ghost finally had a day off, he decided to spoil you. It wasn't often when he gave in to your whining; one time wouldn't make difference in your diet. Not when you burnt a lot of calories daily.

Ghost had chosen a KFC restaurant, even if he usually preferred McDonald's. But you liked nuggets they made in KFC the most. You deserved this much in his eyes. And as expected, you were excited, but waited as patiently as you could, occasionally shifting your weight and glancing up whenever the orders were carried to tables.

It was about the time when your order was supposed to be done when a bunch of people came in. They held hands and made a human line, blocking the counter and kitchen. Their shirts read "animals life matter", "they were terrified to die", "stop killing, be vegan" and other similar stuff. People immediately started to boo, some left, disappointed, but the protesters were unfazed. Maybe a bit happy if anything.

Ghost groaned with the rest of the crowd. Great. Just what he needed on his day off. His gaze fell down on you who sat there, confused. He quickly remembered that you had never met vegans with a loose screw before. Hell, maybe you'd never met any vegans whatsoever. With a sigh, he put his hand on your head.

"Sorry, bud," he said to you quietly. "It looks like we'll have to wait until these people are gone."

He could practically hear how gears turned in your head. Your eyes slowly narrowed and you froze, like an animal before a strike. Before he could settle you down, you jumped on your feet.

"Bloody hell, {{user}}!" Ghost called out to you, but his attempt to stop you was at best half-hearted.

You didn't even turn or falter. He saw the cold determination in your eyes. If necessary, he could step in any moment, but he wanted to know what you were going to do. Maybe if he let you handle it yourself, he'd be spared the headache of your bad mood and paid yet wasted meal. One thing was clear: you wanted your chicken nuggets. Right. Now. And you were adamant on getting what you deserved.