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[center][i]Bestia Dorms ▸  Cafeteria[/i]
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Alistair grinned at Silas, glad he hadn't caught him in a bad mood. [color=a2d39c]"What can I say? I'm a growing boy."[/color]

He didn't think that Silas would be the snappy morning grump type, but the early hours could change the human mind in scary ways. Last year, his roommate had been an absolute monster in the morning. While Alistair tried to be friendly to everyone at the academy, he definitely respected some weren't a fan of his energetic personality.

This year, he'd been pretty lucky to be roomed with Silas and Odhra. As far as roommates went, they weren't unpleasant to be around. They coexisted peacefully, and Alistair hoped that as the year went on they'd be able to get to know each other better. Their personalities were very similar, which definitely helped with the whole living together situation. Plus, as far as he could tell, they seemed like they would be pretty alright with a party now and later.

Already, Alistair had been asked by several students when his next party would be. Apparently he'd become well known last year for the parties he'd thrown. Since a four room dorm wasn't the best place for a big party, most of the time it was on an invitation basis only. At the end of last year though, he'd thrown a big party down by the lake. People he'd never met before had shown up, to Alistair's delight, and the party had run into the early hours of the morning.

Departing from the dorms and heading to the cafeteria, he was pleasantly greeted by the smell of breakfast. He licked his lips. He hadn't eaten much last night, his limbs feeling like lead, and even looking at food making him feel sick to his stomach. He'd gone to dinner in hopes of shaking the dread that felt as if the sky was about to fall. It had been in vain, and after forcing smiles for the better part of half an hour, he'd given up. He had ended up slinking back to his dorm under the excuse of not having had enough sleep the night before. He could feel his throat closing up even as he burrowed deep into his covers and his cats settled around and on him. He'd contemplating going to the roof, but was too tired to even think about getting out of bed.

Alistair hated the days that made him feel like chains were wrapped around him too tight, squeezing the air out of him. For the most part, he tried to ignore it, but last night had been undeniably low for him. His stomach growled, snapping him from his thoughts. Food might not have been on his mind last night, but now, eating seemed like a great idea.

He moved through the line of food at his leisure, a pile of food stacked onto his plate precariously. Even if he hadn't eaten in a while, Alistair's appetite was insatiable. If there were a competitive eating club at L'Mordryn, Alistair could probably have everyone at the academy beat. But, there wasn't, so Alistair put the knowledge he learned from years under the heel of the Blackwells to use in culinary club. He'd imagined that years in servitude would ruin mundane housekeeping tasks for him, but last year, his first year at L'Mordryn, he found comfort in tasks he knew he executed well.

Dangerously balancing two plates in his hands and a drink in the crook of his arm, Alistair navigated his way over to a free table. He set his plates down first, sipping his coffee, if you could even call it that. Alistair's 'coffee' was practically milk with a couple shots of coffee. He hated the bitter taste, but could use the small boost of energy in the morning to get him going. It was better for him to not have too much caffeine, unless he wanted to be bouncing off the walls all day. Settling in to his seat with forty five minutes left until his first class, he was already making quick work of his breakfast.
 
 

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[center][i]Phantasma Dorms ▸  Cafeteria[/i][/center]
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As Ives exited the bathroom, Gambino was already waiting outside. He sat stiffly, staring intensely at the door. Upon seeing his summoner, Ives could almost swear he was staring daggers at him. When he'd first woken up, Gambino was still asleep on his bed, and Ives had elected to not wake him up. Obviously, Gambino didn't appreciate the sentiment, evident in the subtle concern in Gambino's red eyes.

While Gambino wasn't a fan of other people, he clearly adored Ives. His frustration at being left in Ives' room didn't come from a need for reassurance, it was more caused by worry. Ives had been up late the past couple of nights despite Gambino's attempts to get him to rest more. In a way, they both took care of each other, both needed each other in the way that a child needed a mother's attention. While their relationship was far from desirable at the beginning, they'd come a long way. Gambino was the one being that Ives could really let himself relax around, finding it almost easier to drop the formalities around him.

Ives scandalized Gambino with a rough rumple on his head, knocking his horn-like ears back and forth. [color=fdc68a]"No late night tonight if I can help it. For now, let's get to breakfast and do something about that scowl of yours."[/color]

Satisfied with his appearance, Ives moved around Gambino, throwing an almost cheeky half-smile over his shoulder, as if asking him what was taking him so long. Ives was a naturally fast walker, so the commute to the cafeteria didn't take long. As he always did, Ives was aware of the berth the students gave him and Gambino. It was ill-founded, as even though Gambino had a short temper and a dislike for strangers, Ives had trained the habit of snapping at people out of him as soon as he trained the habit of chewing on him out of him. He wrinkled his nose subconsciously at the people who muttered at Gambino. Gambino couldn't seem to care less as he took advantage of the extra space, letting his long limbs stretch properly.

Breakfast for Ives was light as usual. He stacked a pair of waffles with syrup and tossed a couple pieces of sausage to Gambino. Gambino didn't need to eat, but enjoyed participating with Ives. Besides, he seemed to like the taste of sausage. He grabbed a bowl of yogurt topped with granola, strawberries, blueberries, and sliced bananas, and a cup of black coffee. He picked out a table towards the side of the room away from most of the foot traffic.