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Arima Kishou tried to find the most secluded location he could to eat his lunch. This time the nutritoin he was taking in was just plain rice. Amon had insisted he eat something today. That’s why his boxed lunch was home cooked for once, rather than being bought from the store.
He picked up a small amount with his chopsticks, and held them over his mouth for a moment. He bit into and chewed, no, the rice tasted like nothing more than mush in his mouth. He should not have expected anytthing more from something as simple as a meal, not when you were an empty person like Arima. At least he had his peace and quiet though.
The moment he thought that, Airma heard a disruption. He peered through his glasses to see who was causing the fuss. That person... they looked like an unruly teenager. Arima was not sure, perhaps the white haired man was just so old everybody looked young to him by comparison. He really wished the kid would quiet down though.
Arima found himself losing his temper for just a moment. The chopsticks he was holding, he threw them like a pair of darts hard enough that they soared past the teens face and embedded themselves in a nearby tree.
“Oops.” Arima said, before walking up to him. “Sorry, I dropped my utensils.”
