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AgunimonLuke Schwarz -- Eating at Maintenance
Looks like it's pizza today. the young man noted, after the fairly uneventful, yet admittedly not-unbearably dull history class that had commenced not a minute after he'd tested his subconscious ability to calculate ballistic trajectories on one Sangue Naga. Poor girl's sleep habits must have been even worse than his. Sure, he stayed up late often and found himself drifting at times in many classes, but at least he'd always managed to fight his way back from the brink. Wondering if it'd be too intrusive, if it wouldn't be his place to inform Ben about it as someone who really only counted as an acquaintance of the team, he gazed down at his meal, markedly devoid of protein as it was.
Now, under certain circumstances, he'd be more than happy to dine on something with more substance (he actually loved some good tuna salad) but in the case of fish filets, one ill-fated venture into eating tilapia had caused a food allergy to rear its head, and as such, he'd sworn off most fish if he could help it. Seriously, feeling one's own throat first bump, thenb swell, and finally be the channel for vomit on it's way into a nearby toilet was one of those experiences that he was less than willing to ever knowingly repeat. Best to just not risk it, since Tuna seemed to be the only known safe haven.
Now then, that was the end of mandatory classes.
Starting from 4th period onward, the team's gonna be split amongst what's basically electives.
Wonder who'll be in Armory...
He frowned as he chewed.
Should he have gone Grimm Studies instead? While learning how his weapons could be upgraded and such was lucrative, the old adage of "know thy enemy" was arguably moreso...
"Ffmmmmm."
