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Day 21: Lunch
Hikaru and Kaoru had been so caught up in their little game that they initially hadn't heard the intercom go off. The new "ding" system was far less jarring than the old SCREECH, and as such, wasn't as easily heard, even in a place as quiet as the library. All too soon, the nurses came to separate the twins and take them to the next activity--lunch.
It only felt like a few minutes since breakfast, somehow, and yet Hikaru was starved. The lunch selection was ridiculously Americanized food of the "Pan Asian" genre, as bad as when his family had wanted Japanese food in California and had gone to the "nicest" restaurant in the English language guidebook. He cringed visibly when the surly cafeteria worker poured sauce on his rice--which was supposed to be plain--but...food was food, and he wasn't feeling terribly picky right now. At least it smelled all right.
One of the good things about being the first one into the cafeteria was having his pick of the tables. Hikaru chose one of the larger ones, saving seats for Kaoru, Tamaki, and (in a fit of hopefulness) Haruhi.
He hoped they'd come soon. He hated being alone.
It only felt like a few minutes since breakfast, somehow, and yet Hikaru was starved. The lunch selection was ridiculously Americanized food of the "Pan Asian" genre, as bad as when his family had wanted Japanese food in California and had gone to the "nicest" restaurant in the English language guidebook. He cringed visibly when the surly cafeteria worker poured sauce on his rice--which was supposed to be plain--but...food was food, and he wasn't feeling terribly picky right now. At least it smelled all right.
One of the good things about being the first one into the cafeteria was having his pick of the tables. Hikaru chose one of the larger ones, saving seats for Kaoru, Tamaki, and (in a fit of hopefulness) Haruhi.
He hoped they'd come soon. He hated being alone.
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She wanted to just wake up and have all this be over and done. Why? Why did this keep happening to her?!
"They aren't," she paused, biting her lip. Well, this was gonna sound weird no matter what, but she had to ask. If this was the same… "They aren't… zombies, are they?"
She peered back down at the slip of paper from her cookie. Looked like she'd have to find something sharp. Without her amulet, Bates would come out, and he much preferred having something to cut with, as much as she didn't trust him.
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Brock couldn't help a pained grunt as he sat down at the table the girl and Kasady were at. He was still in a great deal of pain - discomfort, to the symbiote, but for him it was honest to God pain - and he'd seriously debated trying to sweet talk the nurse into letting him sleep through the lunch. Obviously that hadn't happened, and Brock found himself looking at the Asian food on his plate with nausea.
The rice looked like dead maggots.
Brock knew it was perfectly good food, but for some reason he couldn't look at it and see it for what he knew it was. After this "episode" of the symbiote's, all human food just didn't look very appetizing and he found himself wishing for a good brain, instead of - of this plate of not-maggots piled onto his plate.
Face a little pale, the former reporter pushed it away from him. Maybe keeping an eye on Kasady would make him feel a bit more focused.
"He bugging you?" Brock asked the girl. He briskly held out his hand, more out of habit of working at the Daily Bugle than out of any real politeness. "I'm Eddie Brock, by the way."
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Nothing rankled so much as having another predator move in on their claimed prey (unless it was the filthy Spider), and Venom couldn't be that senile to forget the signs of one staking that very claim. Rules of the hunt.