| [Jan. 7th, 2009|09:32 pm] |
Hayate slipped the handful of Ryouma's pocket-items into the back pocket of his own jeans, where he was least likely to lose any of it. He rounded the corner, and glanced back at Katsuko. "Um, you can go into the cafeteria, if you want. The food's free, and it's usually edible. I don't eat that much, so I just get a snack or whatever from the kitchen."
His stomach reminded him that it was empty by gnawing on his liver. He frowned down at it, and contemplated the leftovers in his mini-fridge. Erm, riceballs and that moldy something I've been meaning to chunk. It smelled wonderfully like there was stir-fry in the cafeteria tonight.
A pair of agents wandered out of the cafeteria, chattering amiably about the best methods for decapitation...at least that's what "gotta get the angle between the vertebrae right for the best results" sounded like, and if it wasn't, Hayate didn't want to know.
He offered a shy little smile to Katsuko, and realized he didn't have anything else to say. Awkward. Oh fun. My favorite kind of moments, he thought darkly. |
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