"Idiot." Yanagi breathed condescendingly as he extended his tray to collect the loaf of bread from the dispenser. He went on his way after that, selecting to seat himself at the empty half of a half-filled table. The thing about this place was that every meal was identical, save for the occasional change in the bread types or the stuff given on weekends, what ever it meant here. People usually found ways to amuse themselves, like playing with their food for instance. The guards do not usually do anything if it is that minor, better for the inmates to keep themselves occupied than trying to find means to injure each other.<br/><br/>A thread of blood freed itself from his wrist as he lined the bread up sideways, parallel with his arm. It whipped about quickly, cutting the loaf into vertical slices. It was not perfect but it would do. This has become some sort of a daily ritual to use his blood in such a manner. He released his control of the blood, creating a red patch on one of the slices which he picked up and began to eat it as though nothing happened. Of course there were times where other inmates noticed him doing this but they remained silent, save for one. He took a gulp of the lukewarm water before taking a scoop of the paste and spreading it over another slice.<br/><br/>His brain automatically took over the process for him, feeding him the bread as he turned his thoughts elsewhere, Like to one of the few windows in the room. It was not really a window, more like a porthole, but anyway, it was always dark outside, save for tiny dots of light in the distance whenever he managed to look through a window.