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The familiar scent of canned green beans, soggy cornbread, and something that could be equivalent to something that looked like dirty water as an option of soup made Matt’s stomach groaned with anything but hunger. Taking a seat in a table furthest away from the lunch lady’s scowl, who he was pretty sure spit in the food when no one was looking; Matt continued to poke at the questionable water mass of beans before taking a bite of cornbread. Bland, it was completely bland as Matt shoved the tray away from him and looked at it rather sourly. For some strange reason he couldn’t remember school food tasting nearly as terrible as it did at Deus.

Looking over he watched as a rather overly thin hunter got a bowl of soup as a somewhat even more annoyed cafeteria lady continued to glare as he continued down the line. At least she didn’t get a chance to spit into the soup again Matt thought as she looked over at the bowl he had gotten himself.

Picking up a spoon Matt scooted the tray a little closer as he started to swirl the soup around. God it really did look like dirty mop water he thought as he sighed as he continued to swirl it around. The question of how often did hunters get food poisoning popped in his head as he dropped the spoon into the soup letting it slowly spin before reaching a rest.

His head jerked up as the other hunter from the line sat down across from him, the soup spilling over the sides like a mop bucket being jostled around down a hallway. Matt looked disgruntled at it before turning his attention back to the hunter as he nudged his tray forward

Raising a brow Matt shook his head, “Yea… no there’s no amount of money that could convince me to eat any of this, I am pretty sure that the soup probably has a rag at the bottom and its used to whip the tables off afterwards.”

Matt stared for a moment at the thin blonde hunter, at his bowl, and then back at him as he raised a brow in a quizzical manner. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was a joke, pretending to get paid for something was not getting paid at all. Not to mention what sort of punishment was being sent to the Sahara if you didn’t eat soup? As he nudged the tray forward the substance splashed reminding Matt of the perturbed nature of its appearance.

Nope nope nope nope, he sure as hell wasn’t going to eat it no matter what the consequence was.

Looking at the hunter again he watched as his lips curled as Matt leaned forward and picked up the hunter’s bowl. He poured whatever he could into his bowl before it almost overflowed. Taking the rest he drank the water in his glass before pouring the rest of the contents into it.

“There, now we pretend that you ate your soup and I get to keep my stomach’s sanity.”

Matt just continued to stare that the hunter, despite his words he couldn’t tell if he was actually serious or if he was mocking him still. “Thanks… I think…” Matt replied watching as he balled up the bread and proceeded to eat it before he turned his attention to the tray as the some of the soup sort of leaked down the side and into the green beans. It was almost complete, the swamp like inhabitants of his tray Matt thought as he scooted some of the cornbread over near the beans.

As the hunter held out his hand for a shake Matt looked at him as if still puzzled and a slight look of concern on his face of the soup hand before returning the shake. “Probably not. Matt Duffy, I’m usually stuck doing paper work in infirmary so I am not around much elsewhere.

Matt leaned forward a little his fork still in hand as it stabbed into the cornbread; there was doubt in his face as he stared at Ever. There was doubt, everyone went to the infirmary, and everyone always seemed to get some sort of injury rather it was from the enemy or friendly fire from a spar gone wrong. As Ever mentioned the intestines Matt sat up, brows raised, “s**t see I miss all the good injuries. All I seem to get is the need the cast taken off or the random stitching the finger back or s**t ton of paperwork. But hole through the intestines that would have been awesome to deal with, would have traded shifts or that.”

The soup still sat there leaking over the side of the bowl making the tray more and more swamp like in its appearance. At the point the cornbread had started to soak some of up it up taking on a dirty yellow color like a sponge that had cleaned too many floors. Matt watched as his eyes glanced over, still the thought of eating it was a large no but he wondered how long ago it had been since the hole and really what he had been eating since then.

“No far from new, but I’m just a moon trainee and usually get stuck with the s**t job of doing the work no one wants to do that and because for some stupid reason I never say no. Anything fun gets snatched up and I get shoved into the crap dealings like a nurse. Are you… still hungry?”

Taking a minute he dug around in his coat pocket that was hanging on the chair. Pulling something that resembled some sort of granola bar he opened it up and broke it in half. “You sure eating ball bread aren’t all that nutritious either.” Setting it on the table he slid it Ever’s way before leaning back and taking a bite of his own piece, it was at least better than soup.

“I don’t know what is worse, cleaning up after minipets or having to clean bedpans…. We really have s**t jobs don’t we.” Maybe it was punishment or hazing in some way, “I guess it’s a step up from trash duty maybe. Anyways there’s got to be something better on the other side of trainee than crap food and s**t odd jobs otherwise most of us would shoot ourselves.”