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Uwah, and there she went once more, with her super simple answers. Guess that, as far as elevating a conversation went, Sophia wasn’t particularly interested in it. Reciprocating her nod with his own, Brent flipped open the simple map once more and said, waving it around like a tour guide,[color=B0C4DE] “Alright, let’s go!”[/color]

With that declaration, he set a brisk pace, marching past all the other hospital staff that had worked themselves into a frenzy. His own stomach felt fairly empty, and he planned on working up a bit of a sweat to serve as extra appetite. Though Brent wasn’t completely certain where the fabled dining hall actually was, at the very least, it wasn’t inside the hospital. The amethyst-eyed youth practically jogged through the hallway, waltzing past nurses too preoccupied to watch where they were walking. The staircase was taken with long leaps, a couple grunts of pain bursting out during particularly bad landings.

Occasionally, he would look back and slow down to a regular pace, just enough for Sophia to catch up once more, but, well…if they couldn’t go to the gym, obviously, they’d just have to make do with what was around.

Slipping past the gap of the glass doors, Brent broke out of the Hospital and took a deep breath of the night air. He wrinkled his nose. Didn’t smell fresh and cool at all. Amethyst eyes flickering from reality back to drawing constantly, Brent hopped from one foot to the other as he ascertained his destination. Ultimately, though, the building that looked to be made exclusively of glass was fairly easy to spot.

[color=B0C4DE]“Well, then,”[/color] he said, turning back to his partner, [color=B0C4DE]“The goal is the doors of that glass building over there. Wanna race? Yes? Ready set go!”[/color]

With that totally unfair setup, Brent sprinted with all his might, suppressing the pings and pangs spiking up his shoulder with adrenaline and a pointless competitive spirit. His bare feet smashed against the thankfully smooth pavement, while his left hand was fully occupied with keeping his hospital gown together. If there were more students around, perhaps he’d be labelled as a pervert, but USARILN was under attack and there was not a soul in sight that’d be bothered with someone wearing only a hospital gown.

Skidding to a stop by the double glass doors, Brent gave himself exactly three seconds to marvel at the glorious all-you-can-eat affair. He swallowed once, ran a hand through the sweaty mess that was his hair, and finally let out a long, long sigh.

His stomach rumbled like a V6 engine, before he marched in, full of purpose and appetite.

[color=f7976a]“ID?”[/color] one of the lobby staff, labelled as ‘Jason’, gestured.

Brent stopped midstep. [color=B0C4DE]“What.”[/color]

[color=f7976a]“ID.”[/color]

A blank stare.

A tinge of annoyance coloured the man’s expression. [color=f7976a]“ID. You need your student ID to get in. Comes with the package you get in your room?”[/color]

A genuinely beautiful smile formed on Brent's face, accentuated by his intense amethyst eyes. [color=B0C4DE]“…ah, yup, that package, right? Got you man, sorry, was so hungry that I forgot to grab that! Ahaha, thanks, Jason, I’ll be back super duper soon! ID, right?”[/color]
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“...yes. And maybe proper clothing?”[/color]

[color=B0C4DE]“Yup! Copy that! Ahahahahaha…”[/color]

Still laughing, Brent walked backwards, rewinding out of the dining hall that was filled with a ridiculous amount of aromatic scents, back to the reality of an empty stomach and a new destination.

[color=B0C4DE]“Well, Sophia, turns out we gotta head back to our rooms, get a change of clothes and our IDs, before actually getting food. So yeah. Yup. Maybe you lead this time? We don’t have the same suites, probably, but we’re in the same Building and all.”[/color]

Ahahaha fuck.

Now his stomach was literally going to eat itself for another half hour.