[ She picks around the meal, a little of this, a little of that. Her fingers rolling the plastic fork about in them. White and brittle against her fingers. Letting it rest in the crook between thumb and forefinger as she chewed, swallowed, took a drink of something sweet and - lemony, she'd say. ]
(We could learn? Maybe they have classes? )
[ Maybe then they'd both stop eating like garbage. Might blame Petre, but she'd been craving meat lately too. An iron raw taste she knows isn't her own because she was still in some ways a wash of both of the rest of her brood. But she likes this too. it feels... comforting even if there is no reason for it. ]
(Talking to the systems here. They're not as familiar to me, so I have to spend more time learning them. )
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( We could learn? Maybe they have classes? )
[ Maybe then they'd both stop eating like garbage. Might blame Petre, but she'd been craving meat lately too. An iron raw taste she knows isn't her own because she was still in some ways a wash of both of the rest of her brood. But she likes this too. it feels... comforting even if there is no reason for it. ]
( Talking to the systems here. They're not as familiar to me, so I have to spend more time learning them. )