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Leon surveyed the battleground. The cafeteria spread out before him and as was usual during lunch, it was crawling with people. People who liked to spread themselves out and take nearly every table. He frowned, dammit this was a bad idea. But if he'd eaten at his apartment, undoubtedly Jake would've shown up an insisted on eating lunch with him. He didn't need or want the company, at least all of these people were strangers and most didn't care to talk to him. Which was how he liked it.

Spying a lone table, gloriously devoid of other people, he marched his way over to it and set his tray down with a click. Now if he could just keep the flies (see people) away he could actually enjoy this meal. Plucking a shiny red apple off the tray he opened his notebook filled with battle strategies and prepared to settle in for a productive lunch hour. Later on he'd take Jake out of the city for more training. Maybe they'd stay late and work on night exercises.

Happily oblivious to the world around him he continued to take bites from the juicy fruit and mark down new ideas in his worn book. He trusted this his aura of unfriendliness would keep the other students at bay. Normally without the Jake buffer people just left him alone. And there was nothing wrong with that.

Leon glanced up as another tray invaded his territory. His eyes firing for a moment with quiet fury. Who was invading his Jake-less time? Slowly giving his gaze to not one, but three other people he cursed his luck and damned a god for good measure. Well what was he supposed to say? The one had already pretty much marked his spot and the others were just standing there. Maybe they'd sit and talk amongst themselves and leave him alone.

"Sure." He said in a tone so flat and hard you could fold origami on it. It was a large enough table they didn't have to be in each other's business. They could do whatever it was that they wanted to do and he could continue on in his fake solitude.

And though he'd never tell the Weapon, he wished that Jake was there, if he had then he could play the friendly one and Leon could just continue on in peace without the risk of conversation. Now he would have to run the gamut and hope that they would be satisfied with their own company.

Leon scoffed for a moment. No one called him 'Dude' except Jake and to hear someone else do it was just as annoying. And the worst part was, it was annoying because it was someone who wasn't Jake calling him that. Well it was part of the system, he and Jake were partners so it was only natural that he'd come to accept some of the ridiculous terms his Weapon used for him. 'Dude', 'Man', and 'Grumpy' being the ones that stood out the most.

Oh well, they were, thankfully, minding their own and talking amongst themselves. So that he could continue to do his own thing without interruption, just with the chatter much closer than he'd have liked. Flicking to a blank page, he began to draw out a diagram based on this very situation. A table, one soldier, and three enemy troops. Using his own modified short hand he dissected the drawing into several different escape routes and battle plans. Randomly he'd draw a side doodle to have the same scenario plus one more soldier, who would be Jake.

Poking at the leafy greens in his salad, he forked some up and took a bite. He could always just leave. There was nothing keeping him there, no driving reason that said he had to be there. But this was his table dammit, he was the one who'd found the damn thing. Brushing aside some of his bangs, he continued to slowly poke at his meal and scribble in his book. He could try and wait them out, not that that would actually serve a purpose. If he did that he'd not only have wasted his lunch break, he'd also be late for his next engagement. Ugh, people, they were so much more trouble than they were worth.

< ended due to inactivity >