It was lunchtime. The beginners would eat at different periods of time depending on their group so the cafeteria never got too crowded. Sat down together was me and Damien who asked to join and the squad were eating tamales, we were having a pretty good time. âHonestly, I still canât believe how you two almost died on your second dayâ Steve son of Alexander mumbled with a mouthful of tamales.
âYeah, honestly we were strangely luckyâ Damien said âImagine if the head priest was one second too lateâ He said and then looked at Sigmundâs sauce he brought from home
âIf he was I wouldnât have everyone taking my momâs sauce all the timeâ Sigmund replied and gave up on trying to save the special sauce. We were laughing and joking around, eating a good meal at the end of the day, but then someone passing next to Damien tripped a little and a couple of tamales fell.
âHey, you dropped your foodâ Damien called to the guyâs attention with a sincere tone, not accusing. But the guy seemed unaware, that quickly changed when Damien grabbed his uniform to stop him in his path. âDude, you dropped your foodâ He still commented with a sincere unaccusing tone.
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âYeah, I got it. Iâm sorryâ The guy rotated his shoulder to brush Damien off, irritated. The guy tried to keep on tracking, but Damienâs firm grasp just kept him from escaping.
âThen pick your food back up.â It was no longer a sincere tone.
âWhat? Why?!â The guy asked, feeling an uncanny feeling in his heart, getting real bothered trying to whip his grasp away one more time. âThe janitor will clean it up anyway!â
âBecause you made the messâ Damien said with a strange tone, trying to bring the guy closer to the tamales he dropped. âNow, pick it back up.â
âFuck man just drop it!â The guy said, finally severing Damienâs hold, but Damien grabbed the collar of the guyâs uniform instead, harder.
âClean it up man, take responsibility!â Damien demanded.
âYou wanna fight, idiot?â
âIf youâre not going to clean your mess then-â
âDude⦠just drop it!â I said, a little put off by Damienâs crazy strong stance against littering. âWe donât need to get into random fightsâ
âButâ¦â Damien said before the guy finally pushes Damienâs hand off and walks away, quickly and far enough. â...I guess you got a point.â Damien said and sat back down, though the way his forehead beaded sweat and wrinkles, it was clear he was really not happy about what happened. Damien later went and apologised to the janitor that has to pick up the guyâs dropped tamales, to the janitorâs confusion.