Raito walked the crowded cafeteria. noises filled the air as seemingly thousands of conversations happened simultaneously, blanketing the room in white noise. The smells of the food from today's meal was pungent; a large helping of rice, with some fried fish, options being mackeral or trout, and some pickled veggie, either spinach or beets. Raito had chosen the spinach, since no one ever seemed to make beets appealing, especially not when they had to be mass produced for several hundred students.
Raito looked around the room as he walked, not recognizing any faces that continued in there feasting and speaking, a few looking up at him and nodding politely, but he didn't know any of them. Finding a table near a window that no one was sitting at, he placed his tray down and pulled up a seat. Wonder where everyone from class is... probably have friends of their own to sit with. pulling a bag of chips from under his shirt that he'd smuggled from a broken vending machine, he munched those down first, hoping to "remove" the evidence before being questioned at all. He thought these would be infinitely better that the food before him, since they tasted of fake processed cheese and bacon, and not bland rice and fish, with some vinegar infused spinach leaves.
Eh, it's free. Who am I to turn down a free meal, and a warm one at that. Raito smiled briefly as he saw a small puff of steam rise from his rice pile. snapping apart his chop sticks, he began to eat, looking around the room and wondering where his brother was, chucking as he thought that he might be sitting with that insanely excited kid that kept trying to befriend him. What was his name again? Daka? no, that's not it.. Daichu? no ...whatever, the 'greatest ninja ever' kid. Raito shrugged and kept eating, thoughts turning back to his classes, wondering if he'd manage to make a friend as quickly as Yami, regardless of him not being one for people or not. Raito was at least able to understand people. Usually...
MFT WC: 351
Raito looked around the room as he walked, not recognizing any faces that continued in there feasting and speaking, a few looking up at him and nodding politely, but he didn't know any of them. Finding a table near a window that no one was sitting at, he placed his tray down and pulled up a seat. Wonder where everyone from class is... probably have friends of their own to sit with. pulling a bag of chips from under his shirt that he'd smuggled from a broken vending machine, he munched those down first, hoping to "remove" the evidence before being questioned at all. He thought these would be infinitely better that the food before him, since they tasted of fake processed cheese and bacon, and not bland rice and fish, with some vinegar infused spinach leaves.
Eh, it's free. Who am I to turn down a free meal, and a warm one at that. Raito smiled briefly as he saw a small puff of steam rise from his rice pile. snapping apart his chop sticks, he began to eat, looking around the room and wondering where his brother was, chucking as he thought that he might be sitting with that insanely excited kid that kept trying to befriend him. What was his name again? Daka? no, that's not it.. Daichu? no ...whatever, the 'greatest ninja ever' kid. Raito shrugged and kept eating, thoughts turning back to his classes, wondering if he'd manage to make a friend as quickly as Yami, regardless of him not being one for people or not. Raito was at least able to understand people. Usually...
MFT WC: 351