[ Derek's pensive as he watches Tate eat, tearing through it all so easily. He should have done this sooner. Should have pocketed better food from the cafeteria and smuggled it over to him before he had to ask for it. Poor kid must be famished. ]
Just saying. Find a hole in a wall and stash it all in there. Pull a brick out of a fireplace, or something.
[ He tears his eyes away from Tate just to act as a better sentry, keeping an eye out for anyone that might intervene and take all of Tate's shit away before he gets a chance to really enjoy it all. Derek's stomach aches, but he's not going to ask for any food. ]
Everybody been treating you okay?
[ The guards, the doms, the other subs. There is... a lot of opportunity for Tate to be treated poorly. ]
[Tate's doubtful he'll find anywhere to stash this shit, with how militant and sterile the place seems to be. He considers whether or not to tell Derek to take the leftovers back with him, because at least he can be caught with it on him. But he doesn't like that idea - because now that he has this stuff in his hands, he doesn't want to let it go. So he continues eating.]
Haven't gotten the shit kicked out of me since arrival. Been tempted, though.
[To stir shit, to body check another guard. You know, the usual.]
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Just saying. Find a hole in a wall and stash it all in there. Pull a brick out of a fireplace, or something.
[ He tears his eyes away from Tate just to act as a better sentry, keeping an eye out for anyone that might intervene and take all of Tate's shit away before he gets a chance to really enjoy it all. Derek's stomach aches, but he's not going to ask for any food. ]
Everybody been treating you okay?
[ The guards, the doms, the other subs. There is... a lot of opportunity for Tate to be treated poorly. ]
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[Tate's doubtful he'll find anywhere to stash this shit, with how militant and sterile the place seems to be. He considers whether or not to tell Derek to take the leftovers back with him, because at least he can be caught with it on him. But he doesn't like that idea - because now that he has this stuff in his hands, he doesn't want to let it go. So he continues eating.]
Haven't gotten the shit kicked out of me since arrival. Been tempted, though.
[To stir shit, to body check another guard. You know, the usual.]
How's your wrist?