In with the good air, out with the bad. Inhale, exhale.
Breathe, unbreathe.
Gasp, sigh.
Roscoe processed in his mind that if he stood there in front of the door, breathing heavily, for long enough, someone would find him, and either ask a question, or quickly move along.
He collected himself, abandoning the silly activity of controlled respiration, and walked through the door to the kitchen.
The doors sighed in admission as they parted, revealing the crew put together by Voluspa's curious scientists.
Four. All young, full of potential. Being held back by Voluspa's inhibitors, orders, technology...
[i\]They are their own now. They don't belong to anyone, or anything, anymore.[/i]
How would he convey his actions? How could he explain how he had severed them from the home they had grown up in? Where some may have existed for hundreds of years in, as a clone or what-not. He had prepared a speech, he had given himself time to think, but it was slipping now.
They saw him enter, each greeting him in their own way, or not at all. Roscoe barely noticed, they appered as though far off in a fog.
Roscoe nodded back as his reply. To them, he realized, he must ahve been particularly distant and glazed. More-so than normal, they would note, if they knew him.
He shuffled, at first slowly, staring at his shoes. Remembering his station, with a sharp mental jab, he winced.
He stood as straight as his spine would allow, and picked up his feet.
He opened his eyes and put on a severe, no-nonsense look.
Sitting down, be grabbed a plate.
Then a napkin, which he folded into his shirt collar.
He adjusted the plate a little, shifting the food with a knife.
Afterwards, he waited for a heartbeat, and grabbed a spoon.
[b\][i\]![/i][/b]
He quickly threw the utensil back into the cup he got it from, reaching for a fork.
[i\]Fork! A fork, you idiot! Not a spoon, you don't eat solids with a spoon. You're tired, you're covered in grease and sweat and whatever else. You've been acting bizarre. They must think you're an incompetent, clumsy, aging fool.[/i]
The confilct breezed through his mind and exited just as fast as it came.
He allowed them a while to finish their meals. (Which would allow him time to think.)
Then, he would speak.
