Farfarello grimaced and tossed the brown bag to his seatmate, completely digusted at the thought of eating that shit. Hopefully there'd be meal coupons again and he could get some real food soon after getting off the bus. "Here. You can have this rabbit shit, I don't want it."

Stretching, Farfarello judged that the stiffness in his shoulder had faded quite well. It was definitely still wounded, there was no way that deep bite mark had faded so quickly, but to what extent he couldn't be sure. Schuldig really needed to check that out for him tonight, since he hadn't last night. "The weather? Wouldn't know, temperature differences are mostly lost on me."