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Queasy - 01/01/16

"Rodie, you know I can't do this."

"Oh, come on, it won't hurt you."

Blue picked up the two thin sticks and attempted to manipulate his hands into the "correct" positions, looking across the table at his best friend. "I don't... I don't know how to hold these."

Rodie, struggling to hold in their laughter, picked up their own pair and in a second had them placed between their fingers. "Like so."

Blue looked at their chopsticks, and then his own, and sighed. "I'm using a fork." He stabbed a tuna roll and slipped it into his mouth as Rodie rolled their eyes. "It's much easier," he grumbled through rice and pristine teeth.

"Yeah, okay, well, I give up trying to properly educate you."

The two fell into a comfortable silence, the traffic both in and outside of the restaurant accompanying their lunch. Rodie kept glancing around, as always self-conscious of their pale skin, shining in the ultraviolet lamps scattered among the dim light bulbs. They couldn't help but sneak a glance at Blue's navy complexion, his ebony hair tucked behind his ears. It never did make sense why a fine specimen like Blue would be best friends with an outcast like Rodie.

"Blue, I've been thinking," they said, their sharp voice cutting through the air more than they expected. More softly, they continued, "About... well, why doesn't anyone here broadcast good things about Earth?"

Blue didn't even blink. "Because there isn't anything good to broadcast."

They shook their head. "That can't be true. What kind of world is filled with nothing but hate and destruction?"

"Earth is. That's why we have to send so many provisions to them." Blue would know. His father's head of the Imports and Exports Division. "They can't provide for themselves."

Day one and I forgot to upload before midnight. Go me.
The photos will be my drawings for the day. Usually not related whatsoever. :))