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	A small dinger at the back of the fryer notified Gankona that his treat was ready, and so was he. His eyes had glazed over during his wait, and his head dangerously bobbed over the vat of grease as he struggled to keep himself anchored to reality. His eyes shot open at the sound of the fryer's ring, as if the contraption had been a set alarm clock. The goat-boy slowly looked into the shallow fryer to inspect the effects of flour and heated oil.

	Huh. Just little... crispies. The skin of fried chicken, with no chicken. Honestly, it was a boring outcome, but it was something. The kids at the diner had certainly been ecstatic for these nuggets, but Gankona, especially in his now semi-conscious state, felt a bit let down. At least the endeavor to create these crisps had kept him awake. But, what now? Just eat and then fall asleep, he guessed. [color=f9ad81][i]'No other way to keep myself awake, and the other students don't look like the talkative types. Oh well. My headache is starting to subside anyways.'[/i][/color] The goat-boy banged the fryer with his elbow to turn it off, and then reached in for his prize.

	Gankona gave a slight yelp as he plunged his hand into the fryer. It was a disgusting kind of burn, the acidic slime of the grease cauterizing the thin scratches along his hand as it started to fry [i]him[/i]. God, how stupid could he be? Of course you let the oil cool down before reaching in.

[center]Or use some tongs. Either way.[/center]
	Gank tensed a little as he swam his hand through the oil for the 5 crisps that had sunk to the bottom. Pulling his over-sized hand out of the fryer, along with his lunch, the goat-boy gave a slight grimace at the now bright red exterior of his hand. That had definitely woken him up. Nothing like plunging your hand into an active fryer.
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	Gankona went to sit down at one of the fold-able lunch-tables found outside of the kitchen, grey plastic counter-tops positioned in a decorated dining room. What great trust Lorken had in this class, letting them loose around such fragilities as his dining room. The goat-boy started to pop the crispies into his mouth, crunching them one by one with his sore jaw. However, before he could pop in his third greaseball, the sound of clacking knees caught his attention.

	A petite girl, smaller than even the red-head, started to approach Gankona's table. Really, it was a comical sight; her face was as red as the plastic tray, and she held one and half grilled-cheese-and-ham sandwiches on that little thing. She talked with an almost debilitating stutter.

[center][color=fdc68a][i]"W-w-would y-you'd l-like some... I-I meant t-toasties, l-like some t-toasties... I-I'm n-not so h-hungryy an-nymore heh-he..."[/i][/color][/center]
	Gankona, hardened by the streets and sore to the bone, could not help but feel bad for the girl. He'd had a horrible case of shyness in his younger years as well, but soon got over it (you can't tell a person to [color=f9ad81][b][i]give up the fucking money![/i][/b][/color] when you're stuttering). Nevertheless, he got the memo of how hard the girl was trying to share her toasties. What pure innocence.

[center][color=fdc68a][i]"O-oh eem, d-don't worry t-they are s-still warm... Hehe."[/i][/color][/center]
	Gankona reached out his spare arm and took a bite from the half-toastie the girl presented. [color=f9ad81][i]"Heh. Better than eating out of the garbage, I'll tell you that."[/i][/color], the goat-boy answered. He waved to the seat opposite to him. [color=f9ad81][i]"Sit down, you seem a little antsy. Want a... hmm... crispy? Sure, I'll call it that."[/i][/color], Gank offered, rolling a ball-shaped crisp over to the mosquito girl.

	Another sound caught Gankona's attention, this time a voice coming from the kitchen. [i][color=fff79a]"Hey, you guys want pizza? I think I can make mini ones with the ingredients here."[/color][/i]

[center][color=f9ad81][i]"Sure, just put mine in the fryer."[/i][/color][/center]
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	A final sound caught the goat-boy's attention, this one having been after he had quickly finished all of Rikka's toasties. Karada walked boldly through the cafeteria doors, his coat and hair as smart as ever. [color=f9ad81][i]'Pretty-boy went to freshen up, huh?'[/i][/color], Gankona silently thought. The true ram was the first to address the blonde's entrance.

	[color=f9ad81][i]"Ay, Karada, throw me two cigs and a light. I need my sixth smoke for the day."[/i][/color], Gankona asked, catching the two cancer sticks in the air and the match afterwards. [color=f9ad81][i]"I think the other blondie is gonna make pizzas. Take a seat if you want."[/i][/color], the boy continued, starting to light both cigarettes.

	[center]Putting the first cig into his mouth, Gankona twisted the other one around towards Rikka and offered it. [color=f9ad81][i]"Want a smoke?"[/i][/color][/center]