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Taliesin
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Darren looked somewhat exasperated. "Just what do you expect me to do with a paper bag? Give someone a paper cut?" She seemed somewhat sincere in what she had said so he was relaxing just a little in what he said around her. Despite his words though he pulled the plastic salad container and an apple out of the bottom of the bag and put everything else back inside. He shoved the bag in her direction before moving his eyes warily to the door. After the one outburst he just nodded to the rest of her words.
Once she was gone he practically ripped the salad thing open, devouring it in a slightly messy manner in his haste. It was fine though, he liked the taste of ranch and didn't mind licking it off his fingers as he wiped off his face. The apple went more the way of the granola bar and he slowly nibbled at it as he waited for the woman to return and thought. Now that he was alone once again his thoughts turned from wariness to darker places. He wasn't sure what was going on in Myleens mind but as she was the one who had put him here he wasn't holding out much hope that she was going to get him out. Being treated a bit better was nice and all, but in the end he was still in a terrible situation with no obvious end in sight.
Then his eyes drifted downwards to the plastic salad container and his brow creased in thought as he had an idea. He had heard no small amount of people remark how they could slit their wrists with how sharp these plastic containers came these days. Idly, he picked up the lid and turned it over and over in his hands, thinking about it. Was he to that point yet? Would it be worth it?
Once she was gone he practically ripped the salad thing open, devouring it in a slightly messy manner in his haste. It was fine though, he liked the taste of ranch and didn't mind licking it off his fingers as he wiped off his face. The apple went more the way of the granola bar and he slowly nibbled at it as he waited for the woman to return and thought. Now that he was alone once again his thoughts turned from wariness to darker places. He wasn't sure what was going on in Myleens mind but as she was the one who had put him here he wasn't holding out much hope that she was going to get him out. Being treated a bit better was nice and all, but in the end he was still in a terrible situation with no obvious end in sight.
Then his eyes drifted downwards to the plastic salad container and his brow creased in thought as he had an idea. He had heard no small amount of people remark how they could slit their wrists with how sharp these plastic containers came these days. Idly, he picked up the lid and turned it over and over in his hands, thinking about it. Was he to that point yet? Would it be worth it?