a new thing for @hcmmcrcd !!
he hasn’t spoken to him since the other night. he wants to be friends with him, he wants them to at least be civil, but he’s convinced that it’s going to take a lot of work. or that it just isn’t something that can be done at all. he’s gotten up a little late today, still wiping the sleep out of his eyes as he makes his way to the line up for food. he takes his rations, soon going off to the table that the militia sits at, taking his own place. he’ll just stare down at his food, pretend that everyone else isn’t giving him a look. a spoon scoops up corn, shoveling it into his mouth. by the time he swallows, he can’t ignore the gaze that still lays heavy on him, and he puts his head up to look around. he figures troy told them something about him. or maybe they still don’t like him because of the thing in the field the other day. ❛ -- taking pictures makes it last longer. ❜
