OPERATION: YOUTHFUL DISOBEDIENCE

[stresstokens]

WHO: Members of the grand curfew-breaking plan!
WHEN: During the Moorecroft event.
WHERE: Various Moorecroft locales.
WHAT: A bunch of youths have gotten together to break curfew in tandem to get to the bottom of the mystery at heart of this place -- but what they find leads to more questions than answers.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Probable violence, death, emotional trauma, cursing. All the fun stuff! I'll be putting the log headers for pre/during/post-curfew breaking logs in the comments, so just hang tight while I do that, though all members are of course more than welcome to post their own logs if that suits their tagging style better.

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[stresstokens]

[ Riz is, famously, the sort of guy to work himself into a bit of a state. Just because this state leans less on his tendency to catastrophize and spiral and more on his ability to dedicate himself wholly to his job doesn't make it any healthier; he impatiently attends school, spends his lunch hour interrogating any fellow students who will entertain him for long enough, leaps straight into his part-time job to snoop around others' homes, and then he's back at his place, throwing himself immediately into his work.

Which is all to say he hasn't eaten a thing since one of the adults of the house threw some breakfast at him on his way out of the house. He doesn't even hear Asuka come in, bolting upright with a shout of surprise as a bag lands on his desk. ]

Wha -- Asuka? When'd you come in?

[ Shut that jaw, Gukgak. He shoves his glasses up onto his forehead, shoving his mussed curls back, stomach growling loudly as his nose reminds his stomach that they've missed a hunger cue or four. ]

Wait, you came all the way over here to give me food? [ He sounds genuinely touched. He is genuinely touched. He likes Asuka, but he wasn't sure where he registered on her radar. He peeks inside the bag, breathing in sodium and blessed, blessed grease. Voice muffled by crumpled paper, he exclaims: ] That's so nice of you!

[redheadcarrier]

Just now, duh.

[ She folds her arms with a little huff. Riz has ended up on her radar from their first meeting - and even if she comes off as stand-offish and cranky and difficult, she cares about people in her own way. Even if she denies it - and maybe especially now, after experiencing death, the destruction of a world, and so much else. Even if it's something she struggles with. ]

You don't have to make a big deal out of it. I was just reminded that you were locked up in here doing... whatever it is you're doing.

[ She is, of course, going to pretend it's nothing to get all excited about. ]

It's not like it cost much.

[stresstokens]

It doesn't cost anything, [ Riz points out. ] Everything here is free. It's going out and getting it that's the hard part.

[ He's getting the feeling she doesn't want him to make a big deal out of it - Asuka kind of reminds him of Fig in some respects; kind, but too self-conscious and bristly to want to be acknowledged for that - but he can't help the smile on his face, the crinkling at the corners of his eyes. ]

Thank you!

[ His gratitude is, admittedly, somewhat tarnished by the fact that he forgets all about her human sensibilities and immediately lays into the fries with a ferocity more animal than human, a fistful immediately disappearing into his mouth with a speed that belies his size. He holds out the container, mouth still half-full: ] You gonna have some too?

[redheadcarrier]

[ To be fair, she understands the hunger drive. She's been there. She sighs and flops onto the edge of his bed, staring at him and shaking her head. She holds up another bag. ]

I got my own. Figured you wouldn't wanna share too much.

[ She wouldn't want to, anyway. She pulls a paper-wrapped, greasy burger out and takes a bite. ]

You starving to death in here wouldn't help anyone.