"Arms" as everyone was calling him, dammit he hated that name, was eating his meal and silently watching the interactions going on around him. Of course, he hadn't spoken up, nor had he made any effort to make his presence known to the others. Of course, that would probably change, as he wasn't exactly subtle when he was unhappy. With the sheer amount of things that annoyed him, it was more a matter of time.

"This food tastes like shit"

He said the statement to no one in particular, mostly just venting out his frustration at the meal. For one, he found himself disliking the people there. Especially the brat from 4 seated nearby. He could tell just by the way she acted. An arrogant, aristocratic girl who'd probably never faced a real hardship in her life. Content to sit back and let people like his family starve to death while she lived the good life. He hated people like her with a deep, burning passion.

((Hopefully not bad for a first post))