"Okay, everyone! We have soup and we have salad, so come get it. And if you could write down any allergies you may have on the paper there when you get your food, that'd be great. Otherwise, I claim no responsibility for your health--!" Felice was cut off by the sound of running feet and a familiar panicked voice as Kido ran into the dining hall. "Ah, merda--!" 

"FELICEEE!" The shorter boy ran over to him and tackled him to the ground, practically sobbing as he gripped onto his shirt.