❛❛ be quiet. i’m trying to plan a rebellion. ❜❜
“ Rebellion?” Lyra snorted through a huge mouthful of food. “ Those aren’t fun to plan, though. Its like delibrately disobey a parent that sort of thing.” She paused for a moment, swallowing her food abruptly, before hacking as she choked on a little bit of food. “ Why would you try to plan a rebellion?” Another spoonful of glass noodles is practically shoved into her mouth, past her lips, a moan of light satisfaction bursting from them as the oily but sinfully delicious meal saturates her taste buds.
“Explain your logic.” Lyra practically demands, waving the chopsticks in the male’s direction. “And its not as though you’d probably succeed--you won’t there’s not enough people, not enough manpower, and people don’t kill for fun nowadays. Or at least they don’t. Here.” She adds the last sentence like an afternote, stuffing yet another spoonful of glass noodles into her mouth.
“Mmmm. This is so good--are you sure you don’t want some?” She tilts her head, shovelling another spoonful of the food as she eyed Jihoon rather suspiciously, already hording a large portion of the glass noodles towards her side. People who know Lyra know this about the girl--with regards to food, especially with regards to any type of food, Lyra would never let up on someone stealing away what belonged in her mouth. Perhaps it was due to her past that no one knew--a little starvation that she went through perhaps, in her more youthful days..? No one knew. But what they did know about was that whoever snatched even an ounce of her food, would probably have a chopstick flying towards their eyes in a rather vicious manner. Of course, that was only when she didn’t offer others some of her food...but even when she did, people still had to be careful, because Lyra was unbelievably touchy when it came to her food.