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Day 44: Lunch
That had been a very frustrating shower. For many reasons. At least Raine was going to at least look at Forte. Hopefully, she'll actually heal him. The showers had also succeeded in making the ninja feel like a pervert. A mild one, but still... It was as if Yukari had picked that spot in the showers because she knew the ninja could easily see her.
Ugh! Damn youkai.
Squirreling herself away in a corner of the cafeteria, Sheena finger combed her wet hair before pulling it back with the bright red ribbon. She so needed her own hair ribbon back. She was attempting to formulate her plan of acquisition - she was ninja after all - as people started trickling into the room. The plan was put on pause, though, when her stomach rumbled.
Food now - plan later.
[Closed to Haseo and Endrance]
Ugh! Damn youkai.
Squirreling herself away in a corner of the cafeteria, Sheena finger combed her wet hair before pulling it back with the bright red ribbon. She so needed her own hair ribbon back. She was attempting to formulate her plan of acquisition - she was ninja after all - as people started trickling into the room. The plan was put on pause, though, when her stomach rumbled.
Food now - plan later.
[Closed to Haseo and Endrance]
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Insane wasn't actually a word Senna had been called. She raised her eyebrows speculatively, then decided she didn't mind. Peter hadn't said other things, after all. Like not belonging or existing. Insane seemed okay. There were worse things. "I humbly welcome your acceptance," Senna replied grandly. "And if you lose, I get to find out your suspicious 'geekery' secret. Don't think I've forgot."
This was too great, she decided somewhere in her mind. Much better than work and stress and trying to make things work all the time when she didn't even know if she was the person that could. No. Just like last time, talking questions and high places, Senna was more at ease than earlier in the day. Hopefully, she could pass on that feeling.
After she got Peter sick, of course. The boy had no hope of winning against a hungry, fast-metabolism Shinigami, but he didn't know that. She would see just how fun he could be. A quiet part of her wondered if she remembered Reid. Nothing showed on her face, and Senna shoved that down before she could react. "I'll dodge," she replied good-humoredly. "And you'll hit a nurse or something, and it'll be hilarious." Senna took a breath, letting it out, and smiled at Peter innocently. The perfect picture of sweetness. "...Three," the girl said abruptly, before consuming half the hot dog in the remaining portion of the second.
The game was on.
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The peculiar way she'd raised her eyebrows had him worrying that he'd said something wrong, but the grin that followed washed the notion away. Phew. He absolutely could not afford to screw things up with anyone else. He was already on a toboggan ride down Kilimanjaro here, ticking off more people was not an option. Least of all the ones he considered his friends.
Wait, what was she talking about? His geekery secr- oh. Well, crap.
"Oh come on, that is so unfair. Is nothing sacred? What am I supposed to get if I win?" Dammit. He'd totally forgotten about sort of maybe alluding to his double life before. Think fast think fast, what other horrifically nerdy thing did he do that would throw her off the trail? It was all fun and games to Senna, but Peter hadn't thought of what he would say if she pressed the issue. Star Trek? He knew a lot about Star Trek. But would that be enough?
...Actually no, think hot dogs, because she was already going.
"Cheater!" Peter spluttered indignantly. Three new hot dogs had mysteriously teleported from his tray to her own. "Penalty for skipping the countdown!"
That said, down the hatch. The first hot dog was gone within seconds, thickly swallowed and with a second soon to follow in its wake.
Dear Throat.
I would appreciate it if you didn't try to choke right now. I have to show a pile of wieners who's boss.
Love, Peter.
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Food: 0. Senna: 1.
The trick with eating a lot of food was not thinking about it--not counting. Just finishing what was on your plate like a good little girl to go home happy. She had consumed over half a pizza without really taking any note, and still carried on a newbie explanation with that kid. So this was fun. Hot dog, hot dog, hot dog. Her stomach was thanking her at this point. She sincerely regretting sleeping through breakfast, plus--cold dinner last night wasn't much fun. Hot dogs were not the best of the best, but they were filling.
A decent portion gone off of her plate, Senna paused to salute Peter around her chewing.
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Already his stomach was protesting, but Peter kept chowing down regardless. He wasn't that far behind Senna, since she totally cheated with the countdown and therefore was about two buns ahead, but he could catch up. He could.
He just had to forget about how his stomach was on the verge of exploding into a thousand pieces and destroy all hot dogs.
He returned the salute with a hot dog in one hand and another in his mouth, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk because his throat wasn't as fast as his teeth. The stupid things were starting to taste supremely gross. Peter lamented the lack of ketchup. Why would you grab a plate of hot dogs and not jazz them up a bit? Especially when you were going to be shoving each of them down in thirty seconds or less.
His hamburger was looking pretty lonely over there. He snuck that onto her plate too.
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Senna continued at a brisk pace, not the desperate gorging that came right before someone hit their limit, but a nice grab and gulp rhythm. It worked, better than she would have thought. She almost ventured if she had done this before, but shut the thought down prematurely. No, not going there. No way. Not like this. She didn't need to be more sick than she would be.
Good-naturedly, she ate a few more, taking a silent note of the amount remaining on her tray. Not much more really. Not much more at all.
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Three more. Okay, he could - oof - he could do that.
The next one seemed to approach his mouth in slow motion: plate, hand, hand moving, hand moving, getting warmer, sniff in the tantalizing...Ugh, it couldn't have smelt worse if it was a skunk sticking its butt in his face.
The first bite was bordering on tasting like boiled skunk butt. It went down slower than molasses. Peter, knowing that this could very well be the final draw, immediately shoved the rest of it into his mouth and tried valiantly to chew as fast as he could without tasting the meat or the bun. Something jerked inside of him - no no no no there were like two more, come on, she was beating him.
But the fact of the matter was that Peter's hand was the only thing preventing him from spitting out the last few bites clear across the cafeteria.
"Mmmmmmrg," he keened, shoving his palm in deeper. There was a pause. Then a swallow.
Whump.
And Peter was down for the count, burying his face into the remaining hot dogs in shame.
Ooooo, he was going to throw up everything he'd ever eaten. He just knew it.
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Okay. Well. How about we don't play that game.
One more hot dog to go, and she was only just getting a bit stomach rumbly. Good, that was... Good. Man. She stared at it for a millisecond, considering if she really wanted to ruin her good appetite by doing this. At least she'd have a good excuse not to eat Falis' dinner from the last contest she'd won.
She was sensing a pattern, here.Fortunately, it was around that time, that Peter moaned into his remaining hot dogs. Interesting way to try to eat them. "You know," Senna sounded almost perfectly fine. "If you throw up you lose automatically."And if he didn't, they were closer than she'd like. Something in her took great offense to this and finished off the last hot dog in moments. The girl paused, nausea rolling through her in a quick burst. No, no, no. She would never give up food like that. What a waste. And anyway... She picked up the hamburger he had left, bringing it to her mouth and biting down. Nothing like a good show. "Wanna go another round?"
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"Woman, your stomach is a black hole," spoke a voice, nearly muffled within the hot dogs. Peter raised his head, unaware of the trail of sesame seeds stamped all across his cheek. If you connected the dots they made a fat dolphin with a bow tie.
"I'll go another round when I stop feeling like...How are you still eating. God, that is disgusting." He gaped openly her, shaking his head in utter disbelief. "If you don't gain two hundred pounds in the next five seconds, I'll hate you forever."
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"Are you hating me now? Because that would really suck." Senna finished off the burger with relief and leaned back casually. Exploding. Exploding Senna. God, she wished she had a black hole for a stomach. Peter had no idea. "You are like the only cool kid I know here. Who am I going to bother?"
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"Oh that is garbage."
No seriously, how was she even functioning at this point? The whole plate, plus three extra hot dogs and a hamburger. She wasn't human. That was the only explanation. And Peter would have proclaimed it then and there if it wasn't actually a distinct possibility. Frigging Landel's and the magical world of fiction. Ruined his cliched jokes.
"What? The only...I hope you're not being serious." Peter blinked at her, daring to rise to a proper sit (Ugh, did not feel good). "You could bug...." He scanned the crowd, pointing at a man sitting alone, "him. He looks lonely. You should get fat in his general direction."
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At that, Senna laughed outright, managing to do-so without throwing up. Pssh, give up food willingly? No way. And leave her current table buddy? Almost just as unlikely. Senna just grinned, flicking a stray piece of bun on the table at him. "No way, sir. You're entirely too charming. I mean. What's a girl supposed to do? You haven't even thrown up on me. Must be fate."
The grin widened perceptibly, though her eyes softened slightly. "But other than your stomach, I hope you're doing better. You seemed... I dunno, off, when I first saw you." The girl glanced up to note the nurses trailing into the room and grimaced. Her eyes slid back to Peter. "And don't think you're off the hook. I won. Your secrets will be mine next team." She stuck out her tongue, and willed her body to try to stand.