Coppery Lunches {Abraham}
May 22, 2014 0:28:16 GMT -5
Post by Demetrius Wolfbane on May 22, 2014 0:28:16 GMT -5
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Honestly, Demetrius didn't understand why he was sitting inside a food establishment. Let alone one named- he paused to check one of the menus before continuing his mini third person rant- Honest Abe's. What was even worse was the fact he'd been sitting in the same spot for the last two hours, and he was certain by now people were staring at him. A shudder ran down his spine as he reached to pull his hat further on his head, slouching over his plate even more.
Just as Demetrius had been sitting here for two hours, so had the apple he was calling his dinner. Usually he'd been having some kind of sandwich smuggled into his room, but Mathis insisted he go out to eat. Which it was now beginning to look like the younger boy had been abandoned. So, with a sigh, he grabbed a knife and cut into the warm apple. Though it was no longer the sort of firmness he would have preferred at least it hadn't browned by being exposed to air. Demetrius' eyes narrowed as he focused on cutting the smallest slivers of the apple as possible, which he then stacked and cut again to make them even smaller. Once the pieces were easy to disguise, and it looked like the apple had been eaten, Demetrius glanced around quickly before popping one in to settle his growing hunger. There was a strange taste in his mouth but he didn't pay it any mind as he went back to his textbook.
Psychology: Concepts and Applications, 4th Edition. Not necessarily one he needed for any Hammel classes, nor one he would need for years. However ever since coming to the school, Demetrius had been trying to turn over a new leaf. It didn't seem to be working, no matter how hard he tried words just falling out of his mouth like some kind of... well he didn't even know what it was like. All he knew is that even when he tried to be nice he still came out trying to bite whatever hand fed him. So, he turned to psychology. A self help book might have been more helpful, but Demetrius couldn't bring himself to pick one of those up let alone buy it.
A soft hum left his mouth as he jotted down notes, glancing around occasionally before taking another bite of his apple pieces. It only took a few minutes of this cycle before Demetrius realized his paper had some blood on it. Green eyes glanced at the blood curiously before he checked his hands, wondering if he'd nicked himself with the knife. Well, sure enough he had. Following the meeting of the knuckle was a deep gash -though not enough to need stitches, maybe just butterfly bandages- that kept bleeding more every time he bent his finger. Demetrius sighed softly and picked himself up from his table, glancing around nervously before he realized the place was quite empty. A smile pulled at his lips and a slightly more confident winged boy walked up to that he assumed was the owner of the establishment to tap him on the shoulder gently once it seemed the man wasn't busy, careful to use the non-blood covered hand.
"Do you have antiseptic, non-iodine, and a band-aid?" His tone was carefully controlled to avoid sounding rude, though he couldn't help but bite the last word out. As a way of explanation he held up his open cut, shrugging slowly. "I think my finger... got in the way of the fuc-... of the knife." The words came out easier as he tried the whole nice thing once more, though it was sort of obvious the boy had never grown up to respect his elders. No, Demetrius only held a lasting resentment to those who could treat his wounds. "Oh.. And another apple? Mine got blood on it. Probably another knife unless I have to use a fork to cut the damn thing."
Honestly, Demetrius didn't understand why he was sitting inside a food establishment. Let alone one named- he paused to check one of the menus before continuing his mini third person rant- Honest Abe's. What was even worse was the fact he'd been sitting in the same spot for the last two hours, and he was certain by now people were staring at him. A shudder ran down his spine as he reached to pull his hat further on his head, slouching over his plate even more.
Just as Demetrius had been sitting here for two hours, so had the apple he was calling his dinner. Usually he'd been having some kind of sandwich smuggled into his room, but Mathis insisted he go out to eat. Which it was now beginning to look like the younger boy had been abandoned. So, with a sigh, he grabbed a knife and cut into the warm apple. Though it was no longer the sort of firmness he would have preferred at least it hadn't browned by being exposed to air. Demetrius' eyes narrowed as he focused on cutting the smallest slivers of the apple as possible, which he then stacked and cut again to make them even smaller. Once the pieces were easy to disguise, and it looked like the apple had been eaten, Demetrius glanced around quickly before popping one in to settle his growing hunger. There was a strange taste in his mouth but he didn't pay it any mind as he went back to his textbook.
Psychology: Concepts and Applications, 4th Edition. Not necessarily one he needed for any Hammel classes, nor one he would need for years. However ever since coming to the school, Demetrius had been trying to turn over a new leaf. It didn't seem to be working, no matter how hard he tried words just falling out of his mouth like some kind of... well he didn't even know what it was like. All he knew is that even when he tried to be nice he still came out trying to bite whatever hand fed him. So, he turned to psychology. A self help book might have been more helpful, but Demetrius couldn't bring himself to pick one of those up let alone buy it.
A soft hum left his mouth as he jotted down notes, glancing around occasionally before taking another bite of his apple pieces. It only took a few minutes of this cycle before Demetrius realized his paper had some blood on it. Green eyes glanced at the blood curiously before he checked his hands, wondering if he'd nicked himself with the knife. Well, sure enough he had. Following the meeting of the knuckle was a deep gash -though not enough to need stitches, maybe just butterfly bandages- that kept bleeding more every time he bent his finger. Demetrius sighed softly and picked himself up from his table, glancing around nervously before he realized the place was quite empty. A smile pulled at his lips and a slightly more confident winged boy walked up to that he assumed was the owner of the establishment to tap him on the shoulder gently once it seemed the man wasn't busy, careful to use the non-blood covered hand.
"Do you have antiseptic, non-iodine, and a band-aid?" His tone was carefully controlled to avoid sounding rude, though he couldn't help but bite the last word out. As a way of explanation he held up his open cut, shrugging slowly. "I think my finger... got in the way of the fuc-... of the knife." The words came out easier as he tried the whole nice thing once more, though it was sort of obvious the boy had never grown up to respect his elders. No, Demetrius only held a lasting resentment to those who could treat his wounds. "Oh.. And another apple? Mine got blood on it. Probably another knife unless I have to use a fork to cut the damn thing."
