-Well, to someone who has spent practically their entire life eating either MREs or meals that were catered for them by canteen cooks-
-Actually seeing somebody cook meals is equivalent to healing Turax-
-Six watches, and through body language alone you can tell he's captivated-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Liman looked at Roy and fidgeted once, twice before standing at attention. "Its...alright, Sir. Its a roof, which is more than we can expect. Or have gotten."
Anri, meanwhile looked at Albert, hands still clasped together and paused. She brought her hands down, and shrugged. "I was not brought here—voluntarily. So, yes. I'm lost as well."
всегда веренThe private nodded again, shoulders easing up and looking at Roy. "I'm-fine, sir. No need to worry about me."
Both of the soldiers are still in the same get-up from yesterday, masks still on and their respective guns still on their back. On their chests, are various pockets and rigs with several tubes and ampules hooked up. On Anri's hip is a sling bag with a red-cross and a caduceus in red emblazoned side by side on it. "Why don't you take a guess, Mr. Walker?", the doctor asked.
edited 20th Aug '16 8:27:39 PM by f1r3lemon
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Turax: "...actually, now that you ask... yes. I have not eaten all day."