Eight Audition

That time of day that Eight loved almost as much as any other had arrived, and he scurried down the hallways as quick as a flash to make good on that time - the time for food, or more specifically, lunch time.

Eight knew that other school kids always complained about the lunches at their schools being so bad and horrible and this and that and the other thing. Well, they didn't go to a school like the Peristylium Suzaku then, did they!? Eight figured that, since most of the students ate all their meals here, they kind of had to cook up some good food to keep everyone from fleeing for their lives. If they didn't have good food here, Eight probably would have decided to flee for his life, too. But a series of amazing smells hit his nose as he scooted down the hallway and ignored all the other students passing him and greeting him - aside from a very faint "hey" that he gave to them - and he would have those smells in his mouth. Or he would have the...tastes from those smells in his mouth. Breakfast had been four hours ago, and he didn't understand how someone went any longer than that without a full meal, especially not after classes with the "no you can't eat that in here" king of the world. As Eight rounded the corner, he wondered if he could file a complaint that the commander forced them into starvation, making them wait so long without eating.

A girl passing by with a plate of food in her hand advertised the lunch meal to Eight, and he stopped to gawk at the deliciousness for a few seconds. What he saw was a massive plate of steaming rice, a plate filled with pork dumplings, and...something. Every now and then, the lunch ladies decided to put a something on the plate. Eight could not determine what it was, but if it tasted good, he didn't care if it was bird droppings. ...Okay, he cared if they were bird droppings, but they were the only exception. 

In his staring at the plate of food, he hadn't noticed that the girl had stopped to say something to him. Having caught none of it, Eight, with eyes still glazed over from the sight of the food, looked up at her a moment. "What?", he asked, not really wanting to know and instead deciding to look down at the food again. "I said - my eyes are up here!" Eight felt a twinge of confusion working at the back of his mind, wondering what her eyes had to do with the food. Nonetheless, apologizing seemed to be the easy way out. "Sorry...it just looks...delicious..." Almost before he could get the words out, he felt a sting against the side of his face that curiously was about the size of someone's hand. His instincts had him lean back defensively and rub at his cheek, and it was at that moment he noticed that the girl had nearly dropped her plate for desire to slap him. This time he did look into her eyes, confused, his features drooping. "Perv," was all she said, as she stormed away. Eight was left holding his face for a few seconds.

He took comfort in the fact that what just happened wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen to him today, since he spent at least some of his free time with Jack, and carried on in the general direction of the food at the other side of the cafeteria. Hopefully, no one else would slap him for staring at delicious food.

Seven really needs to talk with this boy...

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