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Having spent a lot more of the time looking at what the rest of the campers were doing rather than actually following instructions, Chiari had only just sat down a few minutes previous to the announcement of the break before putting away the embroidery they had been keeping occupied with. 
Crawling out from under the table and re-attempting concealment again after everyone had gone, the pale  teen noticed that it took a bit to get it right again. The rest under the table had helped, but they were still in need of a longer break to get back to full capacity, it seemed. [i]Perhaps I should have spent less time sneaking around and more resting...Too many mistakes...[/i] 

Leaving the hall, the concealed youth headed out toward the forest for a little while, thinking that it would be easy enough to hide there without any extra concealment. Reaching the trees at last, they released the camouflage and just relaxed for a bit. 

All too soon, the bell rang again. Though it was probably important to go back for whatever was planned next, Chiari wasn't really sure about going back until the sound of their stomach made them think twice. [i]There's probably food back where the others are. Or at the very least, I'm sure there will be soon. It's almost about that time, right?[/i] 

As they approached the buildings once again, the youth soon caught sight of the boy from the bus once more. Just sitting on a bench by himself...but he did seem to have found food somewhere from the looks of it. And a lot of it, for that matter. Was he really going to eat all that? 

Or rather, if he was, why was half of it so far away? Was someone else supposed to be there or something? It was almost a little...off. 
[i]...I was promised food. Would it be so bad if I just collected on that?[/i] 

It was only a few more seconds before the plate seemingly lifted itself up and food began disappearing from it. It wasn't subtle by any means, but it was probably only a matter of time before he figured it out, anyway. At least there was still the comfort of not being directly seen still, however unnecessary it might have become by now.