<strong>Name:</strong>Giga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Campsite<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Waiting For The Other Bar Of Soap To Drop?<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Maria, Noah<br/><br/>Giga looked on as Noah made eye contact. It was like there was no one home inside that head of his as he mechanically raised the spoon to his mouth, consumed, and chewed, only to finally swallow and repeat the motion again and again. When Noah said he was done, Giga nodded. He was not angry or anything, and he put Noah's bowl down near the little camping stove. Eventually it would go back into the pot and they could eat it the next morning for breakfast. Or maybe later if they got hungry again. Either way, there was not going to be any waste. Nobody wasted food in the world they lived in now, and the definition of food had been stretched to breaking point. He reacted the same way when Maria finished her food. He carried on eating a little longer, but did not finish what was left in the pot. He carefully combined everything back into the pot, covered it with its lid, and stowed it, along with the utensils, stove, and its fuel, back in the HMMWV. No point in leaving it out to attract vermin or scavenging animals. Though if something big enough came along it would not be that bad to get some fresh meat. It had been a long time since Giga had had any heart or liver, and he was sort of in the mood for it. There was that little craving in the back of his mind for organ meat. The big raider drew out a cleaning kit for firearms while he was there.<br/><br/>The large raider sat back down cross-legged in the same position relative to the two red-heads, and finally got around to addressing Maria's question.<strong>"Giga."</strong>He said simply. Although maybe other raiders wanted to be called different things - lord, master, president, king, emperor, SEXUAL GOD - Giga was fine with being called his name. It meant something, his name did. It referred to numbers. Giga was an amount of numbers, bigger than mega, but smaller than tera. But tera sounded dumb for a guy's name. It was fine for a girl.<br/><br/><strong>"Stay with us for the night, Noah."</strong>Giga said. It was not a question, but a dictum. If Noah refused, Giga was more than capable of enforcing his will, although he doubted that he would have to take steps to do so. But he was capable of doing it. More than capable. It would be nice if he did not have to, but the world they lived in made demands of raider and slave alike, and sometimes one had to do onerous things to secure what one desired. It was probably the best shelter that Noah could get - Giga's tent was nicer than whatever arrangements Chris could put together, and Giga lacked Chris's oral fixation. So Noah would not have to sleep with a dick in his mouth and the weird shit that Chris got up to.<strong>"You can read until it gets dark, if you want, little one. Share with Noah if he wants to read too."</strong><br/><br/>He started to break his pistol down into its constituent parts for cleaning. Although he had not fired a shot, it had been deployed, so it was a habit drilled into him that he should clean his weaponry. The large raider went about the task thoroughly and mechanically, ensuring the weapon was clean, oiled, and all of its moving parts were in working order so that it would not jam or blow up in his hand when he really, absolutely, positively needed to put a bullet in the face of some bitch motherfucker who just kept steppin'.