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Carol
She's *Starving.* She's *So hungry.* She hasn't eaten enough today. Her anatomy is certainly something, and she requires far more food than the average person. Today, she has whatever meat she could find in the cafeteria selection. It's not awful, but she's had *Way* Better. 

Like, waaaay better. But it's still good. She loves meat. It's one of her favorite tastes. 

She also really likes bread, so she has a small pile of pastries to the side. Overall, her food is a... Small hill. 

It's way more than a normal person could eat. In Tiff's defense, 1) her power go brr and 2) she's *Big.* 6'2, muscular, and *Hungry.* 

She is tearing into her food hill now, not paying attention to her surroundings *Or* Using silverware.
Brandon
: ̗̀➛✯ And Vi was the unfortunate soul sitting nearby. She was pushing her limits, even coming to the cafeteria anyways.. Her body practically rejected food before a certain time, so what she was even doing here with a slice of toast on the table was beyond her knowledge. Suppose she sort of needed at least a bit to get her through the day, rather than having nothing and then just having 2000 calories at dinner like some weirdo.
A little change in routine shouldn't hurt as much as it does, but she needed to sort herself out at some point.


Growing up, her mantra of dont speak until spoken to was much to her surprise, not much help at all. So naturally, she must try to unlearn it.
Not today though. Lol.

: ̗̀➛✯ She shoots a couple glances at the molehill of food that Tiff had piled up, and she ALMOST smiled to herself in amusement. Oh to have the ability to do that...
The lack of cutlery however, did gross her out just that little bit.. Ue
Carol
She takes a pause, using a napkin to wipe her hands. She's not a *Monster.* Normally she's more... Controlled than that. She's just hungry. But if she doesn't take a break she may hurt herself. 

That's when the special awareness occurs. There's someone next to her. And... Hm. She's thinking. Not directly next to her, but pretty close. Maybe four, five seats down? 

Yeah. No. Screw it. She's bored, that person looks bored, and keeps looking at her anyways. Carefully, she slides herself and her food down so she's across from Vi. Still a bit speedy but not enough to spill her hoard. 

"Hey." She could be rude, but... Ehhhh, she was already rude to someone else (Wan) so she can give a *Try* At being friendly again. 

"Do you, like, want some? I saw you starin'."
Brandon
: ̗̀➛✯ Ah, the scraps of civilization, at least Tiff had a napkin at hand; stressed out at the sight, a small sigh of relief escaped her lips to see a shred of cleanliness from the stranger.
Violetta decided to mind her own business from there, staring uncertainly at the toast in front of her... Did she have the confidence to just up and chow it down? She wasnt sure what was stopping her, a fear to disrupt the regimented, yet unhealthy routine she had in place?

: ̗̀➛✯ She was uncomfortable, no doubt about it, her hands patted at the table absentmindedly as she figured out a logical approach. Starting habits is easy, breaking them is vastly more troublesome. 
Her attention changed as Tiff slid over in her direction, causing her to look up from the evil toast in front of her, and instead to the stranger.. Which was arguably a bit more inconvenient for Violetta.

: ̗̀➛✯ she pursed her lips for a moment habitually, her hands fiddling with themselves underneath the table as she stoically responded
"I... Think I'll pass, thank you. I wasn't envious, just a bit impressed or concerned. I'm not sure which."
Carol
She barely picks up on the discomfort as she's sliding in. She's not the best at picking up stuff like that.

*She just has toast? Gee..*

Maybe she ate before? 

She snickers. "Yeahhh I assumed that! I need a *Lot* More food cause like- metabolism. So I get stuff like that all the time." She bites into a scone, having the decency to wait to swallow her food before continuing talking.

"Anyways! Kinda figured I'd get here at a slower time so I wouldn't have to wait in the line. I'm Tiff." She holds out her hand for a strong shake.
Brandon
: ̗̀➛✯ In Tiff's defence, Vi isn't amazing at *Showing* Stuff like that. She tries to steel her face, to prepare herself to plunge into the deep end of... Shudders, social interaction.
She picks up the toast, in an attempt to look a little less concerning to Tiff, someone who ate about 17x as much as Vi seemed to.
In fairness, it was pretty good toast, and the short girl was surprisingly relieved as the sweet taste of jam slathered on bread blessed her tastebuds.

: ̗̀➛✯ she tries not to look too hopelessly enamoured by the toast, as she gave a curt nod at Tiff as she chewed the mouthful.
She gave a satisfied swallow of her toast and gave herself a concentrated moment to think of an answer.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Metabolism.. I see. I have a fast metabolism, but my body rejects food before late afternoon time so... I'm trying to get a better routine."
In spite of how sublime the taste had been, she still couldn't help but grimace down at the rest of the toast.
"It's... Certainly going." She reflects with an inflection of doubt.

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi stared at the hand in front of her, she doubted most people her age really *Did* Handshakes anymore; so, after a confused couple of seconds she sort of clumsily... High fived the sideways hand in front of her, she almost immediately regretted it.
"...Violetta, nice to meet you."
Carol
And who is Tiffany to know any better than what Vi is putting out? She doesn't think to question it that deeply. It's not that she doesn't care at *All,* She just doesn't care that *Much.*

Not towards someone she doesn't know.

"Aaaah, that sucks! The food here ain't too bad like it was at my old school. I actually *Enjoy* Some of the stuff here." She laughs her booming laugh. 

And then.. Something odd happens. Vi has *No idea* How hand shakes operate.

She laughs again at that, because that's super funny! 

"Well, Violetta-" She does the awkward high five back, but with more force so it's an actual high five and not a tap. 

"-nice to meet ya. Hey! That rhymed!"
Brandon
: ̗̀➛✯ "Yes, i suppose the food here could be worse. Admittedly I can see why it's good quality- an angry parahuman is bad news, but a hangry one is even worse." She takes another bite of her toast, now drumming her fingers against the table.

: ̗̀➛✯ Violetta knew how handshakes work!- she swears! The embarrassment in her mind pools up into an uncomfortable puddle in her brain stem, which dripped down to form the ever uncomfortable unease in her lower stomach. She would think about this moment for years to come.
The half stranger's response to the strange high five shake left her a little bit less mortified, but there was no way in hell she didn't still feel awkward about her ineptitude towards something as simple as that.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Are you new to the cradle? I haven't seen you around but then again, I'm not the walk around and chat type either."
Carol
"Hell yeah, angry parahumans are bad news. What if they, like, I dunno... You know." She doesn't elaborate, because she never truly knew what she was going to say in the first place.

"And yeah, I'm new here. Got here recently cause I punched a dude. He deserved it, though." She only regrets it a little. So long as her dad's okay, that's what matters to her. And that jerk will probably think twice before saying something like that again. 

She stretches her arms above her head before continuing to eat, but far slower now. For conversation.
Brandon
: ̗̀➛✯ "...No, i dont know." She leaves it at that, whether that was code for 'i'm well aware you have no idea what you ever meant' or 'you've confused me' was unclear, but no matter what she meant, it wasnt obvious, and would likely never be actively revealed. She finished a slice of toast, and repressed the look she would have given to herself in the mirror, a look of power and impression, it for now remained in her head, the mirage of triumph almost manifesting a smile.

: ̗̀➛✯ "I see. I'm sure he deserved it... That's far more exciting than how my fate entertwined with this place, I managed to put myself in a coma. Best sleep I'd ever had, but apparently not everyone can see it so... Nonchalantly." Violetta confessed with aloofness, she was almost jealous of Tiff's more hardcore origin story; much more riveting than 'i was curious about migraine powers.'.
Whatever.
Carol
"Well it's like..." She also doesn't know, making this entire situation a bit... Odd and hard to navigate. Oopsie!

"Well like- they could like destroy the place, punch walls- not that *I* Would ever." She would. She has. Just a few days prior, she did.

"But like- yeah, you probably get it." She's not going to just *Admit* Shes not the most intelligent. But it's inferable. 

"Aw, d[]n, a coma? Sounds *Boring.* Like, sleeping for eight hours is boring. It's cool to *Hear* That you did that I guess, but like- what can you *Do* In a coma? Just lay there? Did you just lay there?" What pleasant good conversation.