[color=0072bc][b]NEMO ALTARE[/b][/color]


The recruit scooted out the chair--its wooden legs scratching against the floor planks--before sitting himself down upon it. A quick glance at Angelo was more than enough for an examination, and the resulting conclusion that the kid was, "Out like a snuffed candle." He sighed, exhaling another small cloud of steam across the table, his breath dissipating before him. The draft within the room still held a touch of cold to it, though this itself did not bother Nemo much, given his quick acclimation to it. Come to think of it...there wasn't much that thoroughly caught the tan-skinned boy off-guard, perhaps due to his upbringing. 

[color=0072bc]"Well, I can see now why "it" could be regarded as an animal..."[/color], He commented, green eyes only barely making contact with those of the girl beside Angelo. Always quick to take action--when necessary--, Nemo brought up the wooden bowl he had carried with him, sliding it over next to the boy's unconscious face. [color=0072bc]"..."It" certainly eats like one. Next time, I would advise that you restrain the thing, before it over-gorges on food again..."[/color], he finished quite calmly, acting as if this suggested situation had occurred instead of the outburst Angelo had caused. Again, his observant eyes looked about the large, timber-supported mess hall, most of the prying eyes having gone back to what they were doing prior to the drama-session.

[color=0072bc]"...However, I would prefer if you didn't involved me in your "play-fights" next time. I can understand it being between the two of you, but no such reason exists for you to drag my person into it..."[/color], the recruit stated, rising from his chair. [color=0072bc]"I trust you'll make sure he behaves like a properly trained monkey when he wakes...otherwise he won't have to worry about just those russian-born recruits giving him a solid beating."[/color] He glared over at Caroline momentarily, before taking his exit...off to grab seconds.

A feeling of nostalgia swept over the young soldier-to-be's skin as he made for the serving line--already noting quite a few others intent on gaining their fill before the charade continued. Somehow...it felt like this wouldn't be the only time he'd have to deal with "Angelo"'s foolishness. Why couldn't things be peaceful for once? He mused over this for a minute, finally coming to a single conclusion.

[color=0072bc]"...hormones..."[/color]