Lunch - Wednesday 9/5

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Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeseboorgers

-French Fries

-Seled

-Cuukeees

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[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Knowing that she'd be making the long, limping journey into the town today, Adah made the long, limping journey from her Japanese classroom to the cafeteria. If anything, she only needed something to drink, to wash down her throat to ease away the memory of talking. Food. She knew she needed food, though not much, but her stomach was starting to steel itself against the strange excesses and substances of the food here. Gazing over the options, her stomach lurched slightly. She might be able to get through half a salad, and she hoped the french fries would be bland enough to remind her of fufu. With a tray balanced carefully in the crook of her left arm, Adah limped to the nearest table, sat down, and attempted to forget how the bright lights and white walls of the cafeteria hurt her eyes with the strange, overwhelming immaculate perception of this country.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Oh! New student! Annette grabbed a tray with her seled and drink and sat down at the table with the new student, smiling brightly.

"Hi, I'm Annette. I hope you don't mind me sharing this table with you; you just seemed all alone so... hi!"

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Fork suspended in the air halfway to Adah's half-open mouth, her eyes opened wide, forced open by the sudden intrusion of the girl. It was, at the very least, one of the last things she expected, to be eating and suddenly have someone here. Hello! Hi! How are you, allow me to completely invade your personal space and not even think one lick of a thing about it. She was reminded, again, of Rachel; this girl was not as pale as Lehcar, but there was a distinctly similar air about her in the vomit of words spilling out of her, probably without thought. Adah lowered her fork, but she still stared, a teal deer caught in vapid headlights.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy got him a cheeseboorger, and seled, and was passing Adah's table when he was siezed with a rare, phantom itch in his left calf, which quickly became a real itch under one of the straps holding his prosthetic on.

Grumbling, he set his tray down, and pulled up his pant leg so he could undo the offending strap, scratch, and then readjust. Possibly he'd rest his cold soda against the spot as well to numb it.

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

With a quirk of her head, Adah watched as the boy tended to something in with his leg, the action, though not something she ever needed to do since she didn't feel anything in her leg most of the time, was still somewhat familiar.

But she was not as fascinated by that as she was the eyepatch. It seemed strange to her; if he had no eye, then why hide it? The Congo rubbing off on her, where if you had no eye, you shoved a fake one in there, or you left the welted, pussed, pursing folding of skin over the scar to stare out and see the world. New eye, flesh eye, Eye sore, eros eye...

If the cyclopean boy turned his single eye her way, she intended to turn, turn away. Not that she was afraid of him thinking she was gawking, staring, because she was and she'd do so without concern. She just didn't want the boy to talk to her.

Not yet, perhaps, anyway.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy didn't turn to look at her. At least not yet because, as is the nature of itches, it had migrated to down between the end of his thigh, and the beginning of his fake leg. And there's few things more severe than an itch you can't reach. With a sigh, he removed the prothesis altogether, and pressed his cold water bottle on the spot. It was a lot better for the skin down there than scratching would be.

If asked, Billy would at first be puzzled as to what the answer was to the question of, why the eyepatch. The socket and scar had healed over completely by now, so it hardly needed protecting. He'd be forced to admit it was purely a cosmetic thing.