Eddy: Stupid.
Pavel, clutching his fork and knife in fisted hands and with his mouth stuffed full of pancakes till his cheeks puff out glowers at his roommate. Eddy pauses in sipping his orange juice and cocks his head.
Eddy: … Are you seriously going to glare at me all day?
Pavel: Yesh.
The word comes out garbled as he says it around his mouthful of breakfast. Eddy shrugs and returns to his orange juice.
Eddy: Whatever. Stay mad. It’s your own fault for being so weird.
New Patient 1: Wait… What did he do?
There are only five of them at the breakfast table but the dining area itself has many tables, all laden with food and seating a group of white robed children with patches of discoloration and pink eyes. Attendants in black and blue robes pass through the tables, making sure everything is in order.
Eddy: Oh, you just arrived, yeah? Pavel goes out and feeds seaghosts every week. And he did it again today.
New Patient 2: He does what?! Does he want to get bitten again?
Eddy: I don’t think he’d mind it. He’s got a death wish for sure. Pretty sure he’d even give CHETH a pancake if he ever met him.
Pavel: Um. NO.
He gestures with his fork, now loaded with another bite of pancake dripping with syrup, and turns his glare onto the new patients.
Pavel: Cheth can’t eat them anyway. He’s DEAD. And if you want to feed the dead with something that isn’t alive… you have to bless it in the God's Tongue, which only immortals can speak… So I couldn’t give Cheth a pancake even if I wanted to. Do you even READ?
The two new patients stare at him, wide eyed, and then look to Eddy.
New Patient 1: So… are we going to be like HIM someday? Because YIKES.
