[color=lightslategray][center][h1]Ceiran Strivelyn[/h1][/center][/color]

He stepped into the cafeteria, and almost immediately regretted it. He hadn't packed himself any food, so he had to wait in line. Lines are tedious. The only reason he tolerated it was the promise of the essential food. The line moved forward more slowly than he digested the meagre food he'd eaten that day. As he neared the food he considered he'd grab. Something cheap, but filling. Nothing special, but lots of it. Too much for any normal human, but quite enough for the demon and himself. When it came time for him to get food, he did it quickly, spied a table, and rushed to it. Halfway there, a red, ferocious pain grew from his chest towards his arms, growing larger and less bearable with every beat of his heart. Along with the pain was a familiar, but currently unwelcome sensation. He felt as if he occupied every place in the room for a brief moment, and if his arteries were fire, then his veins were power.

The pain hadn't overwhelmed him quite yet, though. He took a moment to compose himself, and redoubled toward a mostly empty table, the pain growing larger as he grew nearer. He almost runs into a centaur on the way, only just gathering enough reaction time to throw himself out of the way and throw a brief [color=lightslategray]"Sorry about that!"[/color]. He's only two steps away from the table now, and he feels his forefinger quivering.

He runs the last two steps, and begins to eat with all the enthusiasm of... well.. a demon. It tasted much worse than he was used to. The meat was dry, the vegetables were undercooked, and the spaghetti was essentially mush for how overcooked it was. He was grateful he had food, but made a mental note to make his own from now on. That way he'd never have to wait in a line. Bonus.

He'd made an effort to eat politely, but the pain had been quite severe, and he was slowly losing control of how much he was Twitching. As a result, he had quite a bit of cleaning up to do. It doesn't take long, and by the end, the pain had retreated to his torso. It'd be gone totally soon.

He takes a moment to see who he'd sat next to. It was that Arachne girl from potions. She was talking to Tholl. He hoped she didn't notice him, although that was an unrealistic hope. He'd made such a racket that some particularly keen people the next row up were craning their necks to see what was going on. He gives an apologetic smile [color=lightslategray]"I was... hungry."[/color]. He certainly wasn't wasn't lying...



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