Getting to the cafotiria, he began pushing past the "little fry" untill getting into a decent spot in line, where he could look at the food. "eh, supose its not all that bad". he could hear the angry mummbles and venomus glares from behind him, and wouldent be suprised if some one was to try and get him from the back, but aarently, people had more class than that... was disapointing.
after takeing exstra long to decide on his meal, he dragged two large plateres to a table, Setting a few of his equipment and miscalanious Items on the bench beside him so no one would sit beside him and began ravonusly biteing into a leg of chicken. "Lota theas folk look like weaklings" he had his hands in fists resting his head on them lazily, as he dropped the chiken his fork and knife seemed to be sliceing up another piece of meat all on there own, and delivered the meal to his moulth. "than again, there must be a few decent guy's to pumal, I mean, they did tear up the Training yard?".
Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.
^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3
