[LUNCHTIME; A Much Needed Rest]

[Snowy]

Amaya shakes her head slightly as she turns her body to face the now lying down Kai as she remains sitting. "Like... don't get me wrong, I love coming here to my friends - deeeeespite what THEY DO! And to be laughs I have here. But I already know what I want to do.. and I'm here stuck doing fighting classes, and well stuff I haven't much of a interested. I don't mind them but.... you guys are wasting your time teaching me. Art and music are the classes I fuc-- I love here!" She admits, a small pout appearing on her face as she sits back a bit and inhales pausing the still playing music.

[Michael_Danlin]

"I'm sorry you feel that way Amaya. I know it... Can be difficult sometimes. But I want you to know that we care, we want you to learn and have fun here. And I especially am here if you need it" he remarks, smiling at her after turning his head

[CrackPuppy]

There wouldnt appear to be signs of concussion as the elf sucks on the lollipop, responding well to the test the nurse gives to him, it seems he had a lucky escape aside the large amount of pain he appeared to be in.

[Snowy]

Amaya smiles regardless, chuckling. "Nah it's fine. I love music class though, it's the only thing that keeps me going during the week. Art too, but... uh. My kind of art, heh." She'd say before softly sighing. "And I know.. I know. You guys are doing your best and I love that, and seeing people be friendly to me like you.... is awesome." She'd admit with another softer sigh as she takes out a small KitKat chocolate bar and unwraps it
"What a piece?" She'd say offering it to him.

[Eyecberg]

The Alien chuckles slightly, "Love you too Amaya!"

She then looks to Daichi. "Gonna change to your normal form and eat? Or do I get your lunch as well?"

[Michael_Danlin]

Kai reaches out, snapping off a bit and popping the Kit-Kat into his mouth. He then speaks, his mouth full of Kit-Kat "Well. I got the go ahead to start a Photography class this semester. It might be something interesting for you... If not, you can always just try to take the most shocking pictures and we can try and out do each other." As he mentions the last part, he swallows and sticks his tongue out.
He closes his eyes, a smile spreading across his face. He remarks in a content tone "While you might hate it here... I love it more than anything. I've never been more happy than I have been, working right here".

[Lt. Dan Taylor]

** Karl Stevenson sits on his lonesome, looking down at the sandwich his father had made for him the previous day. His lip quivers lightly, the bread.. It's toasted. The turkey, lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise in between would be delightful for such a meal.. But no.. The.. The Bread! His head hangs low, shaking it lightly. He doesn't dare touch his sandwich.

[HereticsEnd]

"Eeeeehh... I guess. Getting hot in this fur, anyway." he says as his canine form begins to hide behind a deep shroud of black mist, quickly popping out as the regular Daichi. He sits on his posterior whilst leaning back with both hands supporting his position. He reaches his right hand over, grabbing his sandwich and taking a small bite.

[Lt. Dan Taylor]

** Diachi'd be sitting outside, you know, unmolested. Until a good old pal walks by. It's as if a ghost had switched out his bread while not looking. Karl's hand grazes over the two slices of delicious toasted bread that held together his sandwich, turning them to plain, boring, and cold squares of -ew- normal bread. Karl's anger and frustration is vented on those around him, another meal ruined, another feeling of regret to put down. The bread bandit strikes again. Karl is nowhere to be seen, and Daichi would probably be very, very, confused.

[Dex]

Clearly, the beast had been lying down behind Alcae just about the whole time, having tailed everyone to the messhall. Its head was lowered, and its chin was relaxed against his outward stretching paws for a couple minutes.

Quietly, it lifted its head, and looked about the lunch-room. It'd been a while since he last ate, but he didn't beg. He just silently watched the rest of the messhall, and began a very quiet pant, his tongue hanging out just a bit.