ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ

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IT WAS MEAL time now. the place felt like a prison if rome was going to be completely honest, which she rarely is. with her tray she made her way to sit next to denver on the staircase, who was busy slurping up his soup after stuffing a spoonful of rice into his face. "hey, denny." she greeted him, her fingers twitching a bit. he smiles at her with full cheeks, looking like a chipmunk which makes her laugh.



paris had finished her meal in less than a minute but could feel herself craving for something else other than something as simple as rice and side dishes. she wanted bread, or milk, or literally anything other than fermented cabbage. she was sat on a chair that was placed against the wall on the left hand side when coming down from the staircase and she could see berlin walking towards the railing and looking over all of them like they were some sort of animal in a pen enclosure. she scoffed, still annoyed with their last conversation, but that didn't change her feelings of concern since he wasn't eating and he had barely eaten even before the mission started. the blondie would go up there to convince him to eat, but she was trying to give him the silent treatment so she will not be tempted by the likes of men. 



london was sitting on the floor next to a line of hostages, absent-mindedly enjoying his meal. he wasn't going to lie, he missed his mom and sister. there was no doubt they would be asking about where he disappeared off to when he came back. the bulky male scans the area, nonchalantly humming to himself as he started daydreaming. although, even in daydreaming mode he didn't fail to notice the director trying to get someone on the north's side's attention. the man pulled the woman over to the side and that's when london put his tray down to walk towards the suspicious-looking two.



"hey, you two over there!" the couple looked towards him, "what do you think you're doing?" london lifted an eyebrow as he pushed his tongue against his cheek. the two looked towards the floor before youngmin spoke up, "i- um- actually, she's pregnant, and i just..." he looked towards the woman who only stared at him with wide eyes, "...got really worried because she-she suddenly started retching." london's eyes widened for a second before he put his poker face back on, "is that true?" he asked and the woman nodded, london looked at her face before looking at her stomach, possibly confused why she isn't fat if she's pregnant. "so, could she take a break?" the director's sudden words broke london's focus on the woman's stomach, "it's still so early. she could miscarry if she overdoes it." the shorter man explained and london thinks about it for a bit.

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