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It's time for comfort food.
Characters: Beck and you!
Setting: First floor, cafeteria
Format: Action to start with, but I’ll match prose too.
Summary: Beck’s just getting something to eat and brooding over things.
Warnings: Nothing as of yet!
[Beck sighs as she prods at her bowl of oatmeal, not really interested in it in the slightest. It’s bland, and it would probably be a lot better with some sugar or cinnamon or something. Bland oatmeal is really the last thing on her mind though. It’s the fact that she’s still trying to deal with the fact that, you know, her world has been destroyed. It's a lot to take in, especially knowing that everyone she'd known is gone now. There will never be any more days of helping people in Mosaic, or around the world, or...anything like that ever again.
Eventually she just pushes the bowl away, resting both elbows on the table to bury her face in her hands. She was not going to cry…she was…going to cope with this. Somehow.]
Setting: First floor, cafeteria
Format: Action to start with, but I’ll match prose too.
Summary: Beck’s just getting something to eat and brooding over things.
Warnings: Nothing as of yet!
[Beck sighs as she prods at her bowl of oatmeal, not really interested in it in the slightest. It’s bland, and it would probably be a lot better with some sugar or cinnamon or something. Bland oatmeal is really the last thing on her mind though. It’s the fact that she’s still trying to deal with the fact that, you know, her world has been destroyed. It's a lot to take in, especially knowing that everyone she'd known is gone now. There will never be any more days of helping people in Mosaic, or around the world, or...anything like that ever again.
Eventually she just pushes the bowl away, resting both elbows on the table to bury her face in her hands. She was not going to cry…she was…going to cope with this. Somehow.]
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Hellooooo, Miss Beautiful~
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Uhm...hey?
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I'm Kida Masaomi!
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And it is very nice to meet you.
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