Lunch - Wednesday 9/5

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Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeseboorgers

-French Fries

-Seled

-Cuukeees

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[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.