The Cafeteria; Lunch [ 09/09 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad was glad he followed his instincts and went down the cafeteria today to see what they had for lunch instead of making his own because it appeared to be taco day. He loved taco day. It had been, for a long time, a rather love-hate relationship, though, considering how he felt that liking taco day was like fulfilling some sort of blatant and uneducated stereotype, but...

Tacos were tasty. He couldn't help that. So Chad embraced the taco day, filled a plate up, grabbed a bottle of Tabasco, and found a seat.


[[ and now I want tacos. This is why you don't do cafeteria posts when you're hungry. Open for all your lunch neeeeds! ]]

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[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"They found out it was a school for..." how to say this "...all kinds of kids. You lived with your grandparents?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Just the one," Chad held up a finger. "My grandfather. But he died when I was younger, and that's when I went to Japan to go to middle school."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm very sorry for your loss, however long ago it was," she offered kindly.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad gave Penelope a faint, slightly sad smile and nodded. "Thanks," he said, and nothing much more, taking a bite of his taco and not wanting to elaborate much on a wound still so fresh from bruising. Hopefully, he didn't seem rude; Penelope seemed very kind.