[b][i] – Leroy[/i][/b]

“Woah, you were really hungry weren’t you?” Leroy commented as Seven finished off one of the raw chicken breasts in record time. He had a feeling they were probably not going to take a lot of time to finish their meal at a table. He didn’t mind. If anything, it just meant they would be away from the crowded cafeteria sooner.

Watching Seven pick his desserts, Leroy also took a slice of chocolate cake. Picking up a fork and knife, he nodded when Seven said, [b]“Okay, let’s eat Leroy!”[/b] Pointing to a free table, he walked over to it and placed his tray down on the surface. Pulling out one of the seats, he sat down and began to dig into his meal. “Mm, pretty good.” He commented, taking a bit of chicken. It was actually more than just ‘good’, but Leroy couldn’t really differentiate between more subtle textures like dry (slightly over-cooked) and perfectly done chicken in the first place so he couldn’t appreciate the chef’s culinary skills. Even though he could properly taste everything, the enjoyment of eating was dulled along with his perception of the texture and temperatures of his meals. “How’s the chocolate Seven?” Leroy asked between bites.