"Next!"
Aether walked up, holding an empty tray in his hands, waiting for his daily food portion. It wasn't some grand nutritious breakfast, but rather just the necessary, for him to survive, and not die and rot inside his cell. Not that they cared if he did or not, it would just be a hassle to clean everything up, plus, the smell would be terrible.
"Is this even edible?" Aether tilted his head, looking slightly at the food. Did they really think that for breakfast, his stomach could handle a pair of fish eyes and chicken feet? Like, did they even know what breakfast was?
The chef gave him an angry look, almost as if he wanted to poison his food and watch him die, slowly, but surely.
'Like I'll ever let that happen.'
He sighed, walking away and sitting at an empty table.
The cafeteria was exactly the kind of place that made you question whether the dungeon wanted you fed… or punished.
