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Hearing the words "you pass" was a bit of relief for the young man, as he wipes the blood from his face and then smirks as he stands upright. [color=#e3dac9]"Feh... Hurt like a bitch to prove it though... And I need to slip in a new pair of clothes."[/color] He says this as he respectfully bowed, picking up his items before throwing his cartons and putting his jacket back on, then head back to the building for food and to change his clothes.

His wounds didn't really hurt after a bit, as his skin did what it always did; [color=#e3dac9]cover up the wounds so his skin could be in tip top condition for the purpose to make more bone armor and weapons for fighting or defending himself[/color]. He cleaned himself up and then put on a new set of clothes before putting his jacket away. He then made his way to the cafeteria, still as sore as ever from the training session he had with the big guy. He entered into the kitchen to make himself some food, raising an eyebrow at the fact there's no kitchen staff. Then again, it was the lowest that he could get. So, he might as well make some his own food.

He then gets out some ingredients like flour, yeast, sugar and other miscellaneous items to presumably make pizza... probably a small one due to the scarcity of the said ingredients. Still, pizza was still pizza. He then followed his own recipe from heart with starting to make the dough, yawning. [color=#e3dac9]"Jeez, the big guy doesn't even have much here... Must eat something like saltines or something lame like a whole bunch of medium rare meat... heh..."[/color] He muttered the joke to himself, then he turned his attention over to the two. [color=#e3dac9]"Hey, you guys want pizza? I think I can make mini ones with the ingredients here."[/color]