[center][h2][color=9e0b0f]Emil Burton[/color][/h2][/center]
[center]Interacting: Literally Whoever is at the tables....[/center]
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Emil couldn't help but to feel as if Sano didn't really care who he was as he dropped the hand he had offered the boy. Reluctantly he followed him through the mess hall, his small stature making it easy to slip past the other cadets around him. Stopping for a moment as Sano seemed to decide where he was heading, Emil happily passed the boy as he told them to take a seat at the table with the girls from the cabin earlier.

Emil had chosen the far edge of the table, remaining mostly unnoticed by the group at the table as he quietly listened and ate the soup. He smiled to himself as the table seemed to make a huge fuss of the food, of it's quality and what exactly was even in it. Sure he himself wasn't too keen on the ingredients either, but it sure as hell beat scraps from the trash and charred bread from bakeries that had fallen under the ovens, [color=9e0b0f]"You guys don't know what bad food is if you think this is terrible..."[/color] he said to the table as he happily scarfed down the soup and rose for another bowl. As he walked back from the pots and to his spot at the table he took a moment to look the group over. 

He didn't know any of them, well, that wasn't exactly true. He did recognize the rather tall one that seemed to be the butt of a few of the girls unwarranted hate. If he recalled correctly he used to run with one of the groups of kids that Emil had frequently ran into in Shiganshina, [color=9e0b0f][i]'So another survivor then.'[/i][/color] he thought as he sat back down.