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[talktothefinger]

Characters: Craig Tucker talktothefinger, Shaun Hastings busygoaway, Lil' Firo Prochainezo hat_and_dagger
When: A little while after his video chat with Sheva
Where: Dining Hall
Style: Third
Open or Closed: Open
Rating/Warnings: Pg-13 at most because of Craig's foul mouth and use of finger.

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[talktothefinger]

Craig had just finished placing a nice big helping of mac and cheese on a plate for himself when a voice caught his attention. A very strange accented voice that made him stop and blink. It was certainly very familiar.

Pip?

No, wait, Pip had always been rather high pitched and annoying. This guy didn't really sound like that at all.

Craig turned his head and looked only to crane his neck up further and stare at the man with the glsses. Nope, definietly not Pip.

"My name's Craig," he said while he put the serving spoon back in the pasta. He then stared for a second with his plate in hand and asked bluntly, "Are you British?" Names were less important than that at the moment.

[talktothefinger]

The fact he succeeded in annoying this new stranger didn't really faze Craig. In fact, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately with a few people.

"Oh, I have. I knew this British kid back in my town. It's why I asked," he started to say. "But, the kid I know is a real pussy. I just figured all British people were that way."

Craig grabbed up a fork from off to the side for his plate of food and went about his way towards one of the tables to eat without worrying of the consequenses to what he just said.

[hat_and_dagger]

Eduard had shown Firo the Dining Hall and he later returned there to snag some more food, but also to watch the people. He took a glass of water and looked around, surprised to see another kid his age. He wasn't the friendliest of people, but it couldn't hurt to meet new people if he was going to be stuck there. Firo- being downsized- didn't remember meeting Craig before. Young Firo was a good deal more scrappy looking than his older self, but he didn't seem to notice at all. He approached Craig slowly. "Hello. Who a' you?"

[talktothefinger]

Craig had just finished putting all the mac and cheese that he wanted onto his plate and settled his eyes on a few rolls down the line. They looked good and fresh, but just as he was about to move the sudden voice startled him.

"What?"

He turned and looked up, expecting an actual grown person. He had seen a lot of those on the videos lately. To his surprise he was forced to drop his eyes back down to near his own height and tilted his head in confusion. This kid sure looked awfully familiar.

"Oh, um, I'm Craig. Hey, I had no idea there were other kids around here," he said in slight relief. Maybe that meant there were even more.

[hat_and_dagger]

"Really? We're da only ones?" He was a little disappointed. It was always easier to get along with kids his age instead of adults. They seemed to be less judgemental. Realizing he'd forgotten to introduce himself he added. "Oh! I'm Firo Prochainezo."

"Whattaya eatin'?" Whatever was on his plate looked awfully strange.

[talktothefinger]

Firo! This boy was Firo? Craig couldn't believe it. Or maybe there was more than one Firo running around on the island. Of course, more than one with the same last name seemed a bit farfetched.

Okay, this was starting to become weirder than he really wanted to deal with.

"I-It's just macaronni and cheese, dude." It was Craig's turn to give little Firo a strange look. Whether it be because of the question or the boy's sudden state even he wasn't sure. "I can't use the stove in my room, so I came down here to grab some food."

[trapdetective]

Naoto was, quite literally, completely lost. When wandering outside of her room, she found herself infront of a building. She didn't remember how long she'd been wandering for, or in what direction. All she knew is that it was cold outside and there were bugs all around her - and with that, she reached up and opened the door.

Stepping into the warm, bright room, she paused. She saw a few people sitting around, and tons of food.

"A... restaurant, perhaps?" She wondered, looking around for a waiter or hostess. She reached into her pocket, looking to see what money she had. I wonder how expensive it is here.. She thought to herself, as she looked around for someone to sit with.

I may enjoy my solitude.. she thought to herself, but i've got too much pride to sit alone.

[talktothefinger]

Craig had been looking through all the other foods that were around. Macaronni and cheese was fine, but for him, a complete meal it did not make.

He picked up a couple of fried chicken legs that he would most likely not finish and finally turned to find a table to sit at. That's when his eyes caught sight of the young woman in the entryway who looked rather confused.

Craig took a look down at his plate for a second. He was hungry. Extremely hungry. He shouldn't be bothering with other people that had probably popped up on this odd island like him.

But, damnit, everyone had been nice to him so far. It would have been rude not to return the favor.

Fuck.

With a sigh, Craig walked over to the woman with his plate still in hand and stopped in front of her. "Hey," he spoke up to grab her attention. He saw the money in her hand and shook his head. "You don't need that. Just grab what you want. It's what I did."