[Hayame might have been content to just eat in begrudging silence. The first few bites are slow, savored, because she hasn't had anything that was quite right in months. Even something as simple as grilled fish didn't taste the same in Horos. It wasn't the right fish, the right salt, the right sauce... and there certainly hadn't been miso, nor this sort of rice...
Gradually, it began to show how overwhelmingly hungry she actually was, though. Even wanting to enjoy it as long as possible, she can't help beginning to speed up getting the food into her mouth, down into her first stomach so it can move to fill her second. With just minutes to go before they stopped taking orders, she brusquely hails a different waitress and asks for two more servings of everything. If she's going to debase herself doing service for her meal, she will have it be a decent sized one. But after that she sets herself to just chewing, swallowing, chewing, swallowing, just barely kept from a rude level of speed or improper manners--
Until the man across the table calls her a "psycho bitch". (Sort of.)
She only has the one eye left to glare at him, but in this sort of instance... the lack makes the expression fiercer rather than weaker, the slight indent and stain in the thin cloth made into a makeshift eyepatch twitching grotesquely. There might not be vitriol in his voice when he says it, but that doesn't change the insult in his words. Capable of pretending to be normal?
She was normal. That was practically the whole source of her rage and confusion in Horos, and now this place. She was normal, and yet so many looked upon her as if she was not. It was normal to view those who served your enemies as enemies themselves. It was normal to take the heads of those enemies. It was normal to attack an enemy on sight. And yet she was the one in the wrong? She was the one who was psychotic?
The flimsy, disposable chopsticks in her hand don't snap until he tells her-]
Don't go fucking it up?
[He might sound tired, but she can muster the anger for what seems to be grave offense over him thinking he can tell her what to do, or assuming how important it was to her that she taste something of the home she'd been ripped from. (Rather, how true it was, what he said. She's fucked up everything, every god damn thing, but how dare someone like him say it to her face-)]
I don't have to pretend to be normal.
[She was, she was the only one who was. Her hand spasms on the snapped wood in her fingers, then put them back on the table too hard to pass off as unbothered as she snatches another set from the container on the table.]
And don't flatter yourself.
[Her sharp canines glint as her lip peels back, breaking her new set of chopsticks in two unevenly.]
You were only an honorable kill because you served the Regent.
[So unless he swore that same loyalty now? What? She's going to slaughter a one-armed man in a restaurant for nothing but his foul mouth? That was a beating at most. But this time... She just stuffs more grilled saury into her mouth, even if it's done with a twitch in her remaining eye and an insulted stiffness to her body and tail.]
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Gradually, it began to show how overwhelmingly hungry she actually was, though. Even wanting to enjoy it as long as possible, she can't help beginning to speed up getting the food into her mouth, down into her first stomach so it can move to fill her second. With just minutes to go before they stopped taking orders, she brusquely hails a different waitress and asks for two more servings of everything. If she's going to debase herself doing service for her meal, she will have it be a decent sized one. But after that she sets herself to just chewing, swallowing, chewing, swallowing, just barely kept from a rude level of speed or improper manners--
Until the man across the table calls her a "psycho bitch". (Sort of.)
She only has the one eye left to glare at him, but in this sort of instance... the lack makes the expression fiercer rather than weaker, the slight indent and stain in the thin cloth made into a makeshift eyepatch twitching grotesquely. There might not be vitriol in his voice when he says it, but that doesn't change the insult in his words. Capable of pretending to be normal?
She was normal. That was practically the whole source of her rage and confusion in Horos, and now this place. She was normal, and yet so many looked upon her as if she was not. It was normal to view those who served your enemies as enemies themselves. It was normal to take the heads of those enemies. It was normal to attack an enemy on sight. And yet she was the one in the wrong? She was the one who was psychotic?
The flimsy, disposable chopsticks in her hand don't snap until he tells her-]
Don't go fucking it up?
[He might sound tired, but she can muster the anger for what seems to be grave offense over him thinking he can tell her what to do, or assuming how important it was to her that she taste something of the home she'd been ripped from. (Rather, how true it was, what he said. She's fucked up everything, every god damn thing, but how dare someone like him say it to her face-)]
I don't have to pretend to be normal.
[She was, she was the only one who was. Her hand spasms on the snapped wood in her fingers, then put them back on the table too hard to pass off as unbothered as she snatches another set from the container on the table.]
And don't flatter yourself.
[Her sharp canines glint as her lip peels back, breaking her new set of chopsticks in two unevenly.]
You were only an honorable kill because you served the Regent.
[So unless he swore that same loyalty now? What? She's going to slaughter a one-armed man in a restaurant for nothing but his foul mouth? That was a beating at most. But this time... She just stuffs more grilled saury into her mouth, even if it's done with a twitch in her remaining eye and an insulted stiffness to her body and tail.]