Intro [Open to all]

[bloodvow]

[Out of all the indignities Tokaku have had to deal with since the less than desirable outcome of her mission (save for the obvious, of course), her presence in what passes for a food hall has to be the sorest. She's gone through the motions since her arrest, hardly tense at the threat of discomfort.

The bland and utterly unappetizing food shouldn't have been a surprise, but it's unwelcome all the same. She pokes at it listlessly, knowing she needs to eat to keep her spirits up and her sanity in this place, and yet....

If there's any motivation to improve her circumstances left in her, it will be cultivated to obtain a decent bowl of curry.]

Comments

[bloodvow]

I don't have an appetite. [Which is almost the same as not wanting to eat what's being served to her. She keeps playing with her food, nevertheless.]

[closeminded]

There are probably lions starving in africa who'd be happy to maul you for a meal. [ that's surely how the proverb goes. ]

[bloodvow]

[I'm in prison for killing a girl who looked just like you, she could tell her, but Tokaku's learned some patience since her school days.] Good thing I'm not in Africa, then. Otherwise, they're welcome to to this meal.

[closeminded]

I may not be a lion, but could I possibly be welcomed too?

[bloodvow]

[oh my God child why didn't you just say so? She slides her tray over wordlessly.] Don't have too much fun with it.

[closeminded]

Gosh, if you say so.

[ claps hands together-- ] But thanks for the grub!

[bloodvow]

Enjoy the meal. [She's hesitant to ask why the tiny one's in here, curious as she is.]

[closeminded]

Thanks, miss! [ she wolfs down half of the meal in like 20 seconds.

then delicately changes tack and savors the rest like a gourmet dish. ]