The cafeteria was bustling with business, voices cluttering the eatery with conversations inaudible to the individual ear. The symphony of metal trays and silverwear banging both against each other and the various tables was nearly overwhelming. It was music, nonetheless, to young exorcist's ears as she took her usual place.
It was back, and out of the way. Thats how Silver prefered it. Setting her tray down gently on the table, she made sure to make little to no noticable noise. She didn't like to be the center of attention, and even now she was nervous, even tho she was the only person at the table. Downcast eyes, she starred at her food for a long moment before finally reaching up to take her fork in hand. Jerry always made her smile. He was such a friendly person, and a great chef.
Pushing anxiety aside, she began to munch away at her dinner. The little comfort one person gave her by their acceptance of her, made the food taste all the better.
With every small bite, the young exorcist savored the unique flavor of Jerry's cooking. It was always delicious, and without fail, it made her mouth water with each taste! Not to mention he had managed to find recipes for a thousand pumpkin dishes, which was ofcourse, her favorite food. Its rich, sweet taste, coupled with a hint of vegstable and a stash of delicious nutrients. She also always ate in such large amounts in order to feed her Innocence that he had to prepare about seven different dishes at a time. That, however, didn't include the three - four different deserts she would down. It always took her so much longer to leave the mess hall, even tho she wasn't visiting with others. She kind of wished she was, she was a pretty lonely person in all honesty, she was just too afraid to make the first move. The past had taught her to be that way.
Setting her silverwear down, she extended her arm up over her large tray toward the tall glass of milk that sat at its helm. Grasping the slick glass betwixt her fingers, she rose the heavy instrument to her lips, gulping a few mouthfuls of the thick, tastey liquid. Pumkpin has a way of sticking to the throat and milk always washes it down best.
Ah! Thanks for the encouragement lili-hime, but don't post comments in any of the rpg threads. That's not what they're for.
They are for writing out the stories ONLY!
Thanks!
