[The bratty teenager was sulking at an empty table, his chin propped on his palms as he watched the proceedings. He tried not to scratch the irritated skin of his arms, these new garments were rougher than the material he was used too.]
I think it's their way of maintaining our humanity. You know, treat us like we're still people.
[Quatre glanced down at the plate that had been pushed on him earlier before sliding it over to the brunette.] Here, I'm not hungry.