Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25169271-20160320185624/@comment-25169271-20171008160517

Darian led Merel through the halls to the cafeteria, the smell of food lingering in the air as they got closer. The two arrived in the middle of one of the lunch periods, so there wasnt much of a line  to wait in. "Looks like its spaghetti today," the faunus stated as he grabbed his silverware and a tray at the end of the serving line. He quickly went down the line; grabbing a large plate of spaghetti, several garlic sticks, an apple, and two juice boxes. He then paid for the food and took a seat at an empty table in the corner, Merel sitting down across from him with her own tray.

"The food here isn't the best, but I've had worse. The portion sizes are good too," Darian commented as he took his fork and dug into the pasta. Wanting to avoid an awkward silence, he decided to attempt some small talk. "So you went to Signal right?" he asked inbetween large mouthfulls of food, "So what was it like there? I imagine a lot more...fancy than this place. Between Penelope and the other kids coming out of Signal that I've delt with it seems a bit....softer."

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"From what Penelope has said, Forge's graduating class is a lot smaller than most," Alice commented as she looked at the picture for a moment longer before closing her scroll and putting it in her pocket. "Forge used to have more kids and teachers here, but a few years before Darian and I started there was some trouble with the previous headmaster. Something about selling guns to the White Fang or something. Professor Quince took over after that and decided to change how things were run here, or at least thats what we were told," she explained with a bright smile. Before any further conversation could be had, Alice's stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten since dinner with Egil the night before.