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[Wow, the food doesn't look appetising today. Well, of course, it depends on how much you like mushy peas, since there seems to be a lot of that today. And meat loaf too. Who knows?

Then again, after you've been awake for the past....few....many....hours (in which one drifts off and wakes up and drifts off and-- you get the point), a lot of food starts looking unappetising. That may be why one boy is currently nodding off. If you don't wake him up, he might just faceplant into his tray.]

((OOC: ANOTHER CAFETERIA POST GET? Mingle around, you don't need to respond to Leo specifically. Threadjack! Throw food-- at your own risk, of course!))

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[He's tired enough to not have a smart answer to retaliate with. So he'll just be retrieving his fallen fork.]

Ah.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[A smart answer is what he would have expected under normal circumstances. This was hardly even acknowledging that he was there. Somehow, this had become the norm lately...

Elliot hated it.]

Are you even going to eat?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He stares at his tray. Ugh, spearing a carrot now.]

A little. I'm not very hungry.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Although he's had time to think about this, Elliot still wasn't sure how to deal with this. There were things they couldn't talk about... He's quiet for a moment as he decides to start eating his own food.

These silences, too...]

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[It's usually Elliot who does the talking, but Elliot has been very...quiet these few days after their last confrontation. Why? And it didn't seem like he was still angry either.

...it irritates Leo not to be able to understand what Elliot's thinking. Either way, he takes a few forkfuls of the stuff on his plate before deciding that it's enough. Pushing his tray away now.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He notices that gesture right away and looks up at him. That didn't take long.]

If you're not going to eat, let's get out of here.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[...]

You haven't eaten much of your lunch yet.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

I hate how it tastes.

[And to show that he will not be swayed, he stands up, pushing his seat back in. He's ready to leave.]

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The menu doesn't vary that much in a day. [Read: Are you skipping dinner too]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Damn straight he is.]

I'm sure I'll manage.

[Are you coming or not, man.]

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...

[He'll just stand up then. If Elliot thinks he can go without lunch, he wasn't going to argue.]

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[He starts leading the way out of the cafeteria, then. He doesn't care about leaving a mess behind, but he does expect that Leo will follow him.]

You don't like staying in these places, either, right? All these people... Let's go somewhere quieter.

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You don't have to go out of your way.

[He stifles a yawn as he says this- damn it, if he wasn't careful, he was going to fall asleep standing up. However, unlike Elliot, Leo knows better than to give extra work to people, so he'll carry his tray and empty it in the correct place before following Elliot. It's on the way after all too.]

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It's not out of my way. [It wasn't like he had better plans on a Saturday afternoon, after all. His first thought is to head to the dorms, but then something else occurs to him-] Where do you want to go?

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[...Elliot's being oddly cooperative again.]

...the library.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

We're going back to the dorms first. We can go to the library after.

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All right. [follow follow] Did you forget something there?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [He wasn't going to lie about what it was, so he'd leave it at that. They should be getting there soon anyway.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Utter silence the whole walk there. Then again, Leo had never quite been the talkative type]

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I visited that town this morning, the one that shares the Garden's name. Balamb. I got a few things there. [Small things, since he obviously had to be careful with what he did with the money (which was weird in and of itself). When they get to Elliot's dorm, he pauses outside the room.] Wait here. You'll probably have to take them back to your dorm.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[. . . .

Blink.]

All right.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot disappears into his room for a moment. He'd gotten something for himself, too, but he didn't need to tell him that. A few minutes later, he returns with... a plant. A small orchid plant, to be specific.]

Here.

1/idek

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[........]

2/idek

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[What. Just what.]

3/5

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[Hang on a moment. Didn't orchids mean "delicate beauty"?]