Ahh...it's been a while hasn't it?
School has been muderous. Sleep has been severly depleted.
But otherwise, sorry for being so slow.
Day 5: Dec 29
Allen sat on the bed. He had grown accustomed to just sitting there, and watching the snow outside the windows. Another thing Allen had grown used too was the black haired girl who sat in the high backed brass chair. And the way she slept in his, rather her, bed at night. He had grown accustomed to the food she brought him.
It really wasn't like anything else he had ever eaten. Sometimes it was light and sweet. Other times the flavors were pungent and full of spice. But either way, he always liked whatever the girl cooked.
Today she brought him a bowl. The bowl was filled with steaming soup and noodles. There were two sticks and a spoon on the tray. He stared dumbly down at the "sticks". How was he going to eat anything with sticks? His hesitation must have been noticed because the girl quickly dug around her pockets, and pulled out a spoon.
Allen had become accustomed to the delicious food.
And he had grown careless.
Without even pausing to study, or smell, the food he jammed the spoon into his mouth.
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It burned his tongue and Allen swallowed with difficulty.
This flavor would take some time to get used to.