Great Turf War

Day 7

Shio awoke to the bright sky above. His body felt like he was floating in ink. He sat up, realizing that he was on a respawn pad.

I lost, huh? Shio thought. How embarrassing.

"He's here!" the voice of his killer exclaimed.

"Oh, hi Sairento," Shio said half-heartedly.

"Hi! Oh yeah, sorry for getting too competitive," Sairento apologized.

"Sure."

"You know I don't hold back. I'm kinda serious about stuff like this," Sairento said.

True. He's been labeled as only the "clothing guy," so I guess this was expected. Shio thought.

"Yeah, true. Guess I underestimated you," Shio sighed.

"Well, after your team got completely OWNED, some sargeant guy came and said this is for actual team pairing," Sairento revealed.

"What are the teams?" Shio asked.

"Don't know! The guy said he would reveal the results tomorrow," Sairento shrugged.

"Well, let's hope we can be on the same team,"

"I'm sure we will, after that great battle we had,"

Tch. Sairento's really rubbing it in. Shio thought.

"Hey, you don't have to boast your victory like that," he said annoyedly.

"Sorry 'bout that. Just a bit excited," Sairento apologized yet again.

"We all have something to learn from this," Marie stated. "Shio, it's time for lunch."

"No more fries," Sairento said coldly. Despite everything that had happened, Shio cracked a smile.

"Yeah, I agree. Lets go," Shio said.

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Roll call was set before lunch. But the allure of lunch afterwards made it not too bad. The four sat at the same table, deeply contemplating what they should eat.

The selection is even bigger than breakfast. All four of them thought. All of the previous dishes were replaced with new, lighter dishes more akin to snacks. Shio saw that there was a big pot of sea star soup that wasn't getting chosen by anyone.

Well, won't hurt to try. Shio thought. The food is usually good, after all.

Sairento was lured to the fried food section. His soul was torn apart, for he could not decide between a Seanwich or Shwaffle.

This decision is way harder than getting Shio to fall into my trap.

Callie and Marie were already walking back to their table with their Seanwiches. Sairento is just built different, so he chose the Shwaffles.

The four sat down again and were pretty silent.

Well, this is awkward. Shio thought. When all hope seemed lost, Marie blurted out,

"Holy moly, Callie. Are you sure you can eat all that?"

Marie seemed distressed at the gigantic Galactic Seanwich on Callie's plate. Meanwhile, Sairento was shredding through his Shwaffle.

"Shio, you got... soup?" Sairento halted his Shwaffle-obliteration just to comment on Shio's choice of dining.

"What? No one else was getting it," was Shio's rebuttal.