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6 Primary Dawn IIII
Finch left his class very confused about natural studies and science. He headed toward the lounge and cafeteria building. He found a table and sat down. He looked around for anyone he knew, and shortly after returned to staring at the table. Eventually, the sneakiest person he knew snuck up on him.
He knew the voice. “Alice?”
It was not the first time she had come to him at lunch time. In fact, they had planned around it, scheduling his classes specifically avoid running during her lunch. So, often they ate together.
“What have today?” Alice asked.
Finch rummaged and took out two sandwiches. Alice’s digestive system didn’t really like anything that wasn’t meat, but bread was cheap, and they were both living on her payroll, so she didn’t complain.
Across the room, Alexandre entered, followed by her new friend. They saw Alice and Finch and joined them.
“What did you get for lunch!” Alice shouted.
“Uhh, nothing.” Alexandre said.
“What?” Lunesca asked, “You don’t have a lunch?”
[July 27: The writer stopped. He has lost his inspiration. Or better yet, he has been inspired to write something else… or focus on his classes. Something. He has resolved to take it easy and finish the book anyway. For your sake.
This book began to solve a problem in the writer’s life, but now he’s solved it. So, it will solve a different (although likely lesser) problem now instead.]
Lune sucked her teeth. “Do you ever bring food?”
She sat down next to Alice. Finch moved over to make room for Jutt, but Jutt continued standing.
“No.” Alexandre crossed her arms.
Lunesca made a face, a really stern, sort of disappointed face. Alexandre scowled, turned, and began walking away.
“Where is she going?” Lune asked.
“You made her mad, and she has no reason to stay,” Alice said, “of course she would leave. She doesn’t want to deal with you and she doesn’t have to!”
Finch shrugged. “That’s how she is.”
As they spoke, Ansel entered the room. It was much larger than he expected, and it was all open concept.
“What a feat of engineering!” He thought, “There aren’t even supports. How did they do this? I wonder of Alex knows.”
Ansel looked around, and saw her exiting the building. He followed.
“So she just got triggered?” Lunesca asked, “She’s that type? Touchy?”
“Not really, it’s actually a lot worse.” Said Finch.
Finch at some of his sandwich. It was mostly cheese. Alice’s had no cheese, since her dairy tolerance ended shortly after she was weaned.
Finch started. “Alexandre was in the mob, you don’t remember? You’re the one who brought it up when you guys met.”
“So!” Finch threw up his hands.
Then he had an idea. He grabbed Lunesca’s arm from across the table, her right with his right, and then with his left he reached under and grabbed her neck. Lunesca, of course, tried to stop him, but her right arm was in the way of her left, and Finch had control of it.
“So, this is how she’s been conditioned to respond.” He let go and sat down again. “In the gangs, she’s told me, you just fight it out. Someone argues with you? Beat the shit out of them. Show them who’s boss.”
Lunesca considered this, rubbing her arm. They ate the rest of their food in silence. Alice kept glancing over to see how Lune was taking it.
When they were done, Lunesca sighed.
“So her default response is to fight, and since she’s a civilized person, she leaves instead, is that it?”
Lunesca frowned. “If I wasn’t such a weak bitch I’d fight her.”
“What language!” said Alice.
“Well,” she shrugged, “Alexandre Dirge is going to have to get used to leaving.”