Small Appetite (Fletcher.)

[Odion Martins]

Odion had been in a bad mood lately. Rhett’s birthday had been a couple weeks ago, but it had affected him more than he wanted it too. You’d think, after being abandoned by his boyfriend, Odi would eventually realize Rhett wasn’t worth missing. Odi spent a lot of time in his room, wishing that Lani would take the kittens for a while so he could stop worrying about them. He thought Lani was going to be there like he said he would, but lately, he had been asking Odion to have the kittens over many weekends. It wasn’t like Odi had much of a social life that he couldn’t spend all weekend in his room, making sure the kittens weren’t found, but still, it was the prerogative of the story.

“I promise I’ll be back soon,” he said to the mewing kittens as he slipped out of his dorm room. He wasn’t heading to the library to study or anything, he just wanted a distracted. He pulled down his button up shirt and left the boy’s dorms. It was actually quite nice outside, but he didn’t really want to leave the building and it’s lovely air conditioning. He was feeling rather hungry, but cafeteria food simply wouldn’t do to ease his appetite.

And that’s when the idea hit him. Odion made his way to the library, intent on actually using the facility for what it was for. His eyes scanned over the rows of books, and he approached the cooking section once he found it. Maybe he could make something suitable to eat. He hadn’t exactly thought about where he would cook it, but a man could dream couldn’t he? He pulled down the first book he saw on French cuisine and let his mouth water over the pictures. Even if he did find a place to cook, where would he get the ingredients?

[Fletcher Walsh]

Good behaviour didn't suit Fletcher.

Now that he had recovered (physically) from the trauma that had brought him here, he was bored. He'd started going to classes and continued to avoid putting in any real effort to working with his power. The power block was gone, but so far he hadn't experienced that god awful onslaught of emotions again. Only, it seemed, when someone was feeling something particularly intense, could he sense it. Or when someone touched him, which he'd avoided since he'd realized. So as long as he avoided intense emotions, and didn't allow anyone to touch him, he'd be okay.

It was proving fairly easy, so far, though he knew he couldn't fake his efforts with his powers for much longer before the trainers started demanding more of him.

Outside of class he'd been largely avoiding people, and on as nice a day as this, that meant staying inside. The library was as unlikely a place as any for him, so that's where he headed. Maybe he'd find something interesting to read, or at least, some peace.

When it came down to it, he was bored, and a large part of him was still always on the lookout for trouble, because truth be told, he missed getting into it.

So when he spotted a boy with a cookbook, he couldn't help the curiosity, and wandered down that aisle of books.

"Are you cooking something?"

Already the wheels were turning in Fletcher's mind. Where could they cook? Did this boy know how to cook? (If not, he'd just gotten lucky, because Fletcher was a better than average cook). Where were the kitchens, and the store rooms, and what were their odds of getting in and getting out with what they needed without getting caught and into real trouble?

Not, of course, that a small misdemeanor for the sake of culinary arts would add anything noticeable to the already sizable stain on Fletcher's records.

[Odion Martins]

Oh if only this cheese was available here! As far as Odion was concerned, it wasn’t available in town. Maybe he would have to make a special trip into the capitol city. Maybe gourmet cheeses could be found there. As far as he was concerned, it was an absolute tease to have foreign cookbooks but no food to use in the recipes. He scowled at the book, his stomach aching just looking at the pictures. Maybe a trip to Europe was in order this summer...

And then someone interrupted his thoughts, and he turned his scowl towards them. It was just another boy, who seemed about his age, but he had never met this brunette before. And he wasn’t really in the visiting mood. Wasn’t everyone supposed to be studying, or escaping school and enjoying the outdoors? “No, I’m reading.” He said, lifting the book a little higher in the air, in case the other boy couldn’t see.