Eatery

"Keep it coming! Keep it coming!..-"

Nothing else was floating in Oliver's head. Training was over and every subject was urged to go in the main eatery. He was nervous, everyone was there, laughing and talking. Some of them were even throwing the food after each other, it was a bit messy.. soldiers had to act and punish these disobedient children. Only Oliver was sitting silently between some kids, stuffing himself with dinner. Tatyana was sitting next to him, she already finished her plate and was waiting on Oliver to finally finish his continuous feast.

"You had already four rounds! They won't let you get any anymore! Just finish this piece of meat and go to your room already!.. Why are you so hungry all the time?!"

Her childish face was blushing slightly, she had an obvious crush on him, but she kept her curious and troubled expression to provoke Oliver from eating. She sighed since he was ignoring her.

"Hey~ Hey!"

She frowned and poked his arm, irritated. He did not react at all, just stuffed last potatoe in his mouth and stood up, running to the extradition window where were children taking their plates. This was his fifth round. He stopped at the window:

"One more please!"

An old chubby lady looked from the window with tired look and already annoyed expression, she clenched her teeth and rolled her eyes.

"Oy! You had enough, don't you think?! We're almost out of the main course, bastart! There won't be anything left so get back or you'll get banned from ever eating here!"

The old lady's threatens and scoldings did not work on Oliver, he was just standing there demanding his food, sticking his tongue and swearing. The lady was already pissed off, so she grabbed one last plate, threw a bunch of potatoes and two slices of meat on it and pushed it right under Oliver's nose.

"Take it! Take it and overeat! Don't you come back again, you little brat!"

She yelled out. Oliver grinned, took the plate and rushed to his table. Tatyana was still there, just sitting quietly. He sat down, sniffed the smell and pierced the meat with his fork.

"Is it really worth it to rather create a fight than just refusing your needs for a while? Or.. if you could just ask politely, or asked me! I could've go there and took you one-"

Oliver looked her. He was so bored with her pathetically useless commentary. She already knew his possible answer.. so she looked away from him sadly.

"Sorry..."