fandomhigh | Lunch - Monday 10/5

If Turtle's selection of socialist program provided cafeteria food seemed a little scant as she took a seat somewhere in the corner, it was probably because her stomach was still doing flip-flop somersaults at the idea of eating. But she was out of her room, out of the dorms, even, and making at least a partial attempt.

Johnny sat down in a table near Turtle, glancing at her as he did so. "Hey, how's it going?" Has he spoken to her since she kicked him? He thought so but couldn't quite remember.

"...Hey," Turtle said quietly as she poked her fork into her meshed putetues, not really bothering to look up at Johnny, or even really see what she was looking at, trying to get her stomach to calm down enough that she could eat them. She was so hungry, but the thought of eating just wasn't working.

...and that would be Johnny worrying about what was up with Turtle. Usually he got some sort of go screw yourself look. Now? He wasn't even sure she noticed who was talking to her. "You... okay?"

Turtle's head bobbed a little bit in a placid nod. "Y..yeah," she said, not at all sounding like it. The fork now made light circles in the putetues. "I'm fine..."

Johnny glanced down at her fork, then back to her face. "Sweetheart," he said softly. "You don't look fine."

Turtle drew in a deep breath before commenting, "I still look a lot better than I did yesterday, I'm think..."

"Something happen yesterday?" he asked, still keeping his tone low.

Turtle shook her head lightly, head still down at her food. "No; it happened last week. I just...just a rough weekend, don't worry about it."

Why was Johnny butting his head in, anyway? Johnny didn't even like her.

"All right," he said, although you know, seeing anyone who wasn't acting themselves was sort of a bothersome thing. He did have this kind streak in him - the sort of oh look, I'm a superhero thing going on.

Johnny thought Turtle could be kind of cool when she wasn't kicking him.

After a moment longer of silently poking her food, Turtle's head tilted and her mouth opened like she was going to say something, or ask Johnny something, but then she blinked, changed her mind, and shut her mouth, opening it only again to finally take a bite of her food.

And turned instantly a little green, fighting the urge to just spit it back out, braving through the nausea and swallowing.

Johnny couldn't help but to keep glancing over at her. Had she wanted to tell him something? When she turned green he was up out of his seat and moving towards her. "Turtle? You okay?" He didn't want her to choke or anything in case she was getting sick and just trying to get the food down to save herself any kind of supposed embarrassment.

"I told you," Turtle said, face twisting a little because she could practically feel the putetues settling in her stomach, "I'm fine. I just...haven't eaten all weekend, so...but my head hurts and I don't feel well, so I know I've gotta eat something before I pass out..."

Flu? Johnny had no idea but he backed off a little though was close enough just in case she did pass out. He wouldn't let her hit the floor. "Why haven't you eaten all weekend?" he asked with a slight frown.

Turtle shrugged a shoulder, swirling her fork in putetues again. "Haven't been hungry."

"So... you're not sick, just not eating? Kind of stupid, isn't it?"

Turtle's expression turned a little sour at that with an extra sharp jab toward the putetues. "Not like I wanted to feel like this all weekend," she muttered. "It just happened. And now I'm trying to make sure it stops happening."

"All right," he sighed, not pushing her. "But if you sit there and pass out, I'm hauling your ass to the clinic."

"I'm not going to pass out," Turtle insisted with a sulk and another face-scrunching bite of food.

"Well, good then. I'm going to sit here and watch you though, make sure you eat all your lunch."

Yes, because the one thing she wanted was someone sitting there watching her make faces as she tried to choke down food. Turtle's nose wrinkled as she muttered, "What are you, my mother?"

"Call me what you want, but seeing as I'm the only one around right now, and have considered the fact that you look like death? I'm here until you're done, like it or not."

Turtle groaned a little, shoulders slumping, with the very firm feeling that she really wished she hadn't left the room after all. Or had at least fished a can of soup out from the common room instead.

"Eat," he said and took a big bite of his cheeckee leg.

"I am!" Turtle argued, sticking a forkful into her mouth and muttered as she worked around to swallowing, "But if I throw up, you're cleaning it up."

"Oh hell no I'm not. I'm just here for moral support, sweetheart." Johnny smirked. "You don't have radio tonight, do you?"

Turtle glared slightly over the table, but it wasn't too much of an issue. She supposed that's why they had Fosse. Her head shook, lightly. "Nope. That's tomorrow. Seely's tonight."

"You've got to stop calling me names. I'm not a harlot."

"Hey," Turtle argued lightly, "I didn't come up with that one; that one was all Jeff."

"Jeff... yeah, that's right," he chuckled. "The guy that likes to talk about boobs."

"Hey, if you want me to stop calling you by your rightful title on radio," Turtle said, shaking an accusing fork his way, "then I'll ask you to not remind me of my boyfriend's unfortunate obsession with breasts. And I'll have you know that he's a lot more than just 'the guy that likes to talk about boobs.' It just takes a bit to get past that part sometimes."

That's all it would take? "Fine. Be far it from me to talk about some guys obsession. Haven't mentioned it before and won't mention it again. Now eat."

"That's part of it," Turtle explained, still more prone to wave her forkful than eat it, although she had to admit, this sort of deal making turn in the conversation had her feeling a bit more herself. "It'll take more than just that, especially now that I remember from last weeks that I added another title, due to you actually talking with Jeff about naked women..."

Johnny stared at her then sighed heavily. "What's it going to take? And you have to know, guys talk, it's what we do."

"No more of that," Turtle told him. "I know guys talk and I know how Jeff gets...preoccupied and I'm not an idiot. I don't need someone...propagating it and making it worse than it already is..." The sulking slipped out again, poking at putetues.

"Okay, fine. Not that I talk anyway. I wouldn't want to upset Savannah," he said, which was the truth.

Turtle nodded with satisfaction. "So you understand where I'm coming from."

"Not really. I don't mind girls talking about me," he said with a quirk of his brow.

"Unless," Turtle pointed out with a roll of her eyes, "apparently, they're saying things that aren't necessarily positive."

"Right you are oh-look how smart I am even when sick-," Johnny smirked. "So, what? What's it gonna take?"

"You could do well in mentioning how smart I am a few times," Turtle decided with a little nod. "And be nice to me, and not sit there and make me eat because I'll eat what I can, and don't be going around talking to Jeff about that sort of thing because it's hard enough for me already without people making it worse."

He raised his brows. Clearly Turtle was seriously having issues with Jeff and boobs and eating and yeah, he just was confused as hell. "Okay, Turtle. I'll be nice to you even though I'm always nice and no more talking to Jeff about boobs. There. Satisfied?"

"And no being like my mom and being all insistent on me eating," Turtle reminded him.

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