[Male Reader x Invisigal x Malevola x Blonde Blazer.]
Your life was supposed to be as normal as any other child's. That is, until you caught a sickness so fatal your world renowned scientist parents resorted to thinking The Nanite Program could help...
After a few hours of tending to the city, everyone returned to the break room.
As you step in your stomach goes loud, you ignore it and open the fridge to drag out a few things. A chipotle burrito, burrito bowl, nachos, and an iced tea. Going over to the table, you set your food down. Heating up the nachos by transferring all heat to your palms. The moment they're hot you start to feast. Robert's just sitting across from you biting into a candy bar.
Tora also walks in with a bag of food, and opens it to pull out a bowl. She opens it.
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Y/N: What's that?
Tora: Fårikål. I used to eat it a lot as a kid. It's nice to see that America knows what good food is.
Robert: You sure a cheeseburger wouldn't fit your palate?
Tora: Hm... no. Never got the chance to eat that before.
Robert: There's always a chance to try something new, you know.
Tora: I know.
Tora digs into her Fårikål with her spork, scooping up the cabbage and a potato. As she eats, she looks over to the amount of food you have.
Tora: Wow.
Y/N: I know what you're gonna say, Tora. I have a lot of kick ass machines to use, but thank god I have built in sustenance to keep my body going. Even with that, I never forget to eat. Can't be sitting around tasting nothing my spit for the longest.
You and Tora clink your eating utensils together before continuing to eat.
Waterboy walks in and opens the fridge and drops some containers in the trash. He walks over to the bundle of fruit in front of you.
Waterboy: S-still working on that?
Robert: Hm?
Waterboy: Aren't these t-the best? I love the green ones. I love the dew.
Y/N: Mm, I don't need 'em. Take the whole basket.
Waterboy: Awesome- my lucky day. I k-know what's for lunch. Or dinner probably. Sorry, I uh, for interrupting your uh-
Flambae walks in to break room to open the fridge.
Flambae: God damn it, you threw my noodles away? My initials were written on the box and everything, fuck!
Waterboy: I-I don't read things, sometimes it's different.
He takes out the food from the trash can.
Waterboy: It's like a logo, b-but it's probably still good-
Flambae: I don't-- want- the- fucking- trash noodles, wetfartboy.
Robert: The fuck are you doing?
Flambae: It was an accident.
Y/N: Heard that shit before many times. You aren't fooling me.
