[Everything okay?]

[Yeah, I guess,] he sends. [Just—reassurance. Wanted to hear a friendly voice.]

[Yeah.] Pause. [It seems like a few people did.]

[Mm. How's everyone?]

[A few people panicking, to various levels, but they're keeping it together okay on the outside.]

[Are you sure? It... wouldn't be very good if they let it on.]

He takes a deep breath and opens his door, stepping into the hallway.

[I'm checking on them but they so far seem fine.]

[Mmhm.]

He walks towards the cafeteria, and some others are going the same way.

[Everything should be ready.]

[Mmhm,] he repeats, and gets to the cafeteria. Some of the earlier birds are already there, and Dayo looks around for someone in specific, but fails to find them so just goes to grab some food.

Anthony comes in a few minutes later, seems to notice someone, and goes over to them, smiling.

And then a girl walks in, looking sleepy, and goes after food, too. She spots Dayo when he's making his way to the table and walks to him. "Hey."

"Hey."

And a few moments later, Anthony is done with the conversation with that person! He fetches some food, and then towards Dayo he goes, waving when nearby.

"Hello, you," he greets.

"Hi."

"Hey," he smiles. "You two okay?"

"Sure."

"Yeah, alright."

"Good night's sleep?"

"Eventually."

"I always sleep well."

Nod.

Anthony eats some of his breakfast. Yum.

A couple of Hall Monitors walk in to eat, too. Dayo very carefully does not scowl at them.

[I don't feel amazing about this.]

[Don't feel amazing like you don't feel super confident?]

[No, like we'll probably have to hurt a lot of these people and that's not super nice.]

[Yeah.]

[You sure none of them would—?]

[Pretty sure. Can't tell for sure, but – at this stage it might be too risky.]

[Yeah, I know.]

Om nom. More people wake up and trickle into the cafeteria. Hopefully they don't send anyone any meaningful looks.

No meaningful looks! Or at least, no surprising ones that could indicate anything nonplausibly innocent.

So, basically, there are a couple. But they could just be suggestive looks for… other activities.

Hopefully Anthony's keeping a metaphorical eye out.

He's trying. Literal eye out in some cases. He might be talking to people, reassuring them, but if so it's not obvious from the outside.

He finishes his food.

She does, too.

And then so does Anthony.

And they wait, in silence, for everyone else to finish eating. When they do, a young woman walks up to the little stage over there by the wall and beams at them. "Good morning, everyone!" she says, her voice magically amplified.

"Good morning," responds Anthony, dutifully.

As does everyone else, in semi-unison.

"It is a beautiful Saturday, so there are no classes, but of course that's no excuse to let up on studying. Exams are soon!" she chirps, and laughs a bit.

Polite smile.

"Anyway. It's time for the morning activities, so if you're scheduled to hold one or help with organisation, you know what to do! And if you don't, feel free to ask me or any Hall Monitor, we're here to help." She beams. "Breakfast time ends in ten minutes, so if you want to," and she leans forward and cups her hand around her mouth to stage whisper "grab an extra snack or two" she straightens back up "now's the time!"

Hahaha.

(Ugh.)

She continues beaming. "Thank you very much for your attention, and remember, our Leader loves you dearly!"

"As we love our leader," chants Anthony, trying to sound sincere, as always.

She steps down from the stage and leaves the room.

[Delightful.]

[As usual.]

[You gonna do anything this morning?]

[Scheduled to help out in the kitchens.]

[I have cafeteria cleanup and then room tidying.]

[I'm going to look after the little ones during sports.]

[At least we won't have a ton of time to worry,] responds Anthony, mentally sighing.

[Speak for yourself, I can multitask worrying and cleaning.]

[Try doing that while talking to people. Telepathically. And trying to hold regular conversations too.]

[Look me in the eye and tell me you do not find a way to worry amidst all that.]

[Maybe I'm just really bad at multitasking.] Mental sigh. [Or maybe I do worry.]

[It's almost like I know you or something.]

[Shocker, that.]

He smiles. [I should start doing stuff.]

[Same.]

"See you guys later," he says, and then he goes to clear up his bowl.

"Later."

"Bye."

She gets up and moves on to do her own Activities.

To the kitchen with Anthony.

It's not that bad, actually – possibly one of the better of the shifts. He always liked cooking with his mom.

The Monitors still breathe down their necks, though, making sure they won't make any mistakes. Today's Monitor is one of the ones who likes hitting people with a spoon when they do and electrocuting them if they backchat.

Anthony doesn't backchat! Anthony is used to having conversations in his head, he can just have conversations in which he tells the Monitor to shove off, without ever actually saying it to the Monitor! (Of course, it's less satisfying with a pretend Monitor in his head, but still.)

Yes, the Monitor knows that Anthony is an angel, everyone knows that Anthony is an angel, everyone loves Anthony.

… Anthony tries hard to be nice? (As usual.)

Of course he does.

(Sigh.)

He gets a ping.

[Anthony speaking.]

(Duh.)

[Delivery truck will be here at eleven thirty-six sharp.]

[Do I need to do anything when it arrives?]

[Just do your thing, coordinate stuff, it's all gonna work out.]

[Got it.]

[Thanks for all your help, man.]

[Thank you, too.]

Soon they have done all they are supposed to do, and the Monitor shoos them, telling them to go do "whatever it is you initiates do when you're not being useful" before the Speech.

So Anthony looks around for anybody who looks like they might need some help, and if he finds nobody he goes out to the yard so he can lean against the wall and take a breather.

Nobody who would actually ask for help out loud. A couple of people who might do it via telepathy, if a Monitor isn't likely to object.

Well, he'll go help a couple of people, then. If the Monitor isn't likely to object.

This particular one isn't.

Nice of them.

Dayo meets up with Anthony in the yard a while later. "Hey there."

"Hey."

"What's up?"

"Morning's been a little tough."

"Tough how?"

"Keeping busy," he responds. "That's all – never mind."

[Monitors being Monitors, mostly.]

[Ah. Yes, of course. Today's was Barbra, she decided she didn't like the look of me and electrocuted me a couple of times. I think she gets off on it.]

[Hope it wasn't too bad.]

"How's your day been?" he asks, keeping up appearances. They are in the yard, after all, and so likely being watched.

They're probably used enough to the way Anthony's telepathy gets him to pause in the middle of live conversations. And if they're not that's their problem for being unobservant.

"Been alright, kinda boring."

[It could be fun, actually, if she cared one bit for consent.]

[Electricity, huh?]

[Don't act so surprised.]

[Of course I'm not surprised.]

He may be smirking a little.

[We might die tomorrow.]

[… Yeah.]

[So,] he says, brightening up suddenly, [when do you have your next break?]

[This afternoon sometime – when depends on how they feel at the time.]

[Wanna have 'we might all die or worse tomorrow' sex then?]

[… You know what,] responds Anthony. [I might.]

[Cool! Can I kiss you?]

[Sure the Monitors won't complain?]

[Their issue if they do. ...just let's not be super out in the open and make sure Barbra's not around.]

[Pretty sure she's not, but I could be wrong.]

So he wraps his arms around Anthony, reaching one hand behind the other boy's head, and kisses him.

The other boy kisses him back.

And he thinks he'll press Anthony against a wall and run his hand through Anthony's hair.

Anthony objects to this precisely nil, apparently happy to be pressed against a wall.

He kisses Dayo with a bit more force.

Someone clears her throat.

– Anthony's a little pressed up against the wall right now. So instead, he responds: [Hi.]

[Really? Not even gonna pause that to acknowledge I'm interrupting you?]

[Who is it?] asks Dayo who has his back to Vivian.

[Dayo, Vivian,] sends Anthony, relaying chat between them.

He is still pressed against a wall! Gosh.

He very much is, and as far as Dayo is concerned will remain so.

[It's not very polite to ignore people, you know?]

[It's not very polite to interrupt two hot boys making out.]

[Full of yourself, aren't you? But is it alright to interrupt them if they're not hot?]

[Doesn't apply here, fortunately,] comments Anthony.

[You two are terrible,] she says, and starts walking away.

[– Did you need anything?]

[Nah, just wanted to bother you two. Have fun, Speech is in a bit.]

[See you later.]

[Bye!]

More kissing?

Anthony continues to be pressed against a wall so duh what else would they be doing.

Well he could pull away, or push Dayo, or any number of things that are not kissing him!

Could.

But why would he do that.

Who knows! Not Dayo, he's not the telepathic one.

[Damn Speech.]

[We should maybe get going.]

[Yes. Yes we should.]

He is still pressing Anthony against a wall.

He is.

[… We probably have about a minute before we actually really need to get going,]

Then it will be a very enjoyable minute!

And then he pulls away, sighing.

[We should do that more often.]

[If we survive tomorrow, I'll definitely take you up on that.]

[Joy of joys.]

Speech-wards.

They reach a small auditorium, housing some twenty seats—there are others where some other people are going to watch, it wouldn't do to make this seem too impersonal—and Dayo finds an empty one to Vivian's left.

Anthony seems like he's going to follow Dayo, but then notices someone else in the room, looking quite tired, and decides to go sit next to them instead.

Once everyone's there, a woman (not the same one from breakfast) shows up and climbs the steps to the stage.

"Hello! I hope everyone's enjoyed their mornings."

Anthony nods quietly.

"Our Leader's Speech will begin in just a few minutes. Please make yourselves comfortable, as usual, and smile big for him!"

Of course.

And after a few minutes, the cinema screen comes alive with the Leader's image.

"Good morning, world!"

"Good morning," responds Anthony, smiling.

As does everyone else.

"It is now precisely eleven twenty-nine and fifty-four seconds," he says, but of course this sounds different depending on what timezone's watching. "And I am so very happy to see that you are all here and well."

He suddenly turns serious and looks at one specific person... somewhere. "Except you, Lucas Flynn, you're late."

And he's happy again. "But everyone else's here! Today's a bright Saturday and we have news! Tomorrow's delivery day, and because of everyone's hard work we've upped the allowed dose of chocolate per citizen by fifteen grams per week!"

Yay! Anthony looks happy and tries to look thankful about this!

Of course! Why wouldn't he? But given that he's in a compound he actually normally gets even more chocolate than the average citizen.

"And also, given that it's Saturday, it's time to select this week's big winner who will be able to spend a whole day in the main compound! They may even see me!"

Ooooooh, thinks Anthony (quietly), completely without sarcasm.

(There is a lot of sarcasm.)

"So! Let's see who the lucky one is..." He waves a hand and a set of self-rolling drums is conjured out of thin air, and then a flowery envelope appears, and he makes a show of opening it and reading it. "One Vera Clover, number two billion seventeen million five hundred and seventy-three thousand eight hundred and four!" He beams brightly at the camera.

(Poor sod. Well, might not be that bad for them but.)

Anthony tries to smile back! Sincerely!

"You'll be teleported to the compound tomorrow morning at seven AM sharp! Do be ready," he says, and winks at the camera. He goes on to talk a little bit about international news—everything continues to be just great, isn't it nice he's around to make sure everyone cooperates and there are no distribution problems? He thinks so.

And then they have to sing the Empire's anthem.

Singing! Look how enthusiastic Anthony is, gosh.

And eventually everyone's done singing, the Leader wishes them a good day and bon appetit (for it is lunch time), and disappears.

Anthony has a quick word with the person next to him and then goes back over to Dayo and Vivian.

"My, what a rejuvenating and exciting Speech!" he says without a hint of sarcasm.

"It was good," agrees Anthony.

[My, what an actor we are.]

He giggles, and winks. "Let's have some lunch."

"Maybe even eat some chocolate."

"Sounds like a plan."

Therefore: food!

Quod erat demonstrandum. Or comedendum, or something.

Food!

And then Dayo has early afternoon chores.

And Anthony has a small break right now.

Then he too has chores.

Vivian doesn't! But after the chores it's dedicated study or exercise time.

Today, Anthony is doing drills on Portuguese vocabulary.

It may be useful someday. Plus he likes the sound of the language.

Knock knock.

[– Hello?]

[Hiya! I am in need of help studying mathematics, it is tragic.]

So Anthony opens the door! "Hello."

"Hello."

"Any particular bit of mathematics? Or just, I dunno, all of it?"

He walks in, pushing Anthony farther inside and closing the door with a foot, until he's gotten Anthony to sit on his bed. "Basic arithmetic. Can you calculate you plus me minus our clothing over this bed?"

Anthony raises an eyebrow. "I think that might be a bit out of scope, I'm afraid."

"Is that so? I'm afraid I don't know enough maths to tell."

"Maybe," says Anthony, "we'll just have to work it out together."

Gosh, whatever will he do all on his bed like this.

(Click here to skip the explicit content.)

He will have his shirt removed is what he'll do.

Oh dear. That's just so awful.

Terrible, really. He will also have Dayo's lips trailing down his chest.

He does not seem displeased by this course of action.

Good! We wouldn't want him to be displeased, would we? [Now please give me your thoughts about this, like I said I'm not very good at mathematics and might need some guidance.] And he slides one hand into the front of Anthony's trousers.

[– I feel like the metaphor might be getting a bit stretched.]

He squeezes.

Anthony makes a bit of a noise.

[You were saying?] he asks as his lips move to one of Anthony's nipples and he starts nibbling while his hand gets busier.

[Nothing,] he responds, sounding quite calm.

He doesn't particularly look it, though.

[Mmhm,] he sends, and proceeds to jump on top of him and pin him against the bed.

Anthony is thoroughly pinned.

… It doesn't seem like he's trying too hard to resist! Or maybe even at all.

That is the appropriate reaction to being pinned down by Dayo, yes.

Now where was he? Oh, yes, nibbling his way down Anthony's body.

Positive responses.

Good. Anthony can remain pinned down while Dayo nibbles on him, this is a good state for now (oh and he was so careless when he removed his hand from Anthony's trousers, it looks like there's something peeping out of there).

Gosh, is there.

[You'd think we'd never done this before.]

[Exploring your body is as delightful for the hundredth time as it was the first time.]

[I don't know that it's the hundredth time, but – that's sweet.]

[Practically sugary,] he sends, because his lips are quite busy—he seems to be reaching a critical area.

Anthony smirks a little.

Hopefully he'll be doing more than just smirking once Dayo has undone his trousers and has Anthony in his mouth.

He is. It's a bit more smirking at first, and then some slightly heavier breathing.

Dayo can do better than just heavy breathing if he works hard and believes in himself (and also finds some lube and uses a finger or three).

It does not require much belief!

Oh, good! But eventually he decides he would rather finish removing Anthony's trousers (and shoes, those should go, too), get naked himself (unfortunately he's no longer pinning Anthony), and wrap Anthony's legs around his neck. At some point during his undressing process he managed to acquire a condom, too.

He looks into Anthony's eyes and raises an eyebrow (while one hand holds his own cock to tease Anthony's hole).

[What are you waiting for.]

[That,] he says, and then he's inside.

Anthony moans in response.

Good, that's exactly what he was going for. He reaches down and uses his hand to help.

He gets more moaning for his effort.

Good. He himself is—not exactly quiet. He slips out... and then in again, with quite some force.

That gets him a grunt!

Just a grunt? Maybe he should do it a few more times. For science.

It gets a louder grunt. Then it's a little bit like a moan.

Then, yep, definitely a moan. Kinda loud, actually.

Good.

Soon he repositions Anthony's legs so he can lean forward and kiss him.

Anthony moves into the kiss very happily.

Seems he likes this arrangement.

So Ade'll run his hand through Anthony's hair and keep kissing and pounding until his fingers grip him tighter and he closes his eyes and cries out—

Anthony grunts.

And Dayo flops on him, exhausted, and kisses and nibbles on his neck. His hand is still between them, playing with Anthony, and he's still inside, squirming slightly to try to make him get there too—

And then Anthony is over the edge too.

Good, so Dayo can just relax on top of him, flopped and happy and content.

[– Each time.]

[...what?] he sends, drowsily, still nibbling on Anthony's skin.

[You just rub it in, each time.] Pause. Blink. [Maybe not each time.]

[Rub what in.]

[You might note you're lying on something.]

[Yes. You.]

[… And more of me, yep.]

[...ah. Well, I could clean you right up,] he sends, and starts nibbling and kissing his way down Anthony's body.

[– But what about yourself?]

[You can repay the favour later,] he says, and then he reaches the... affected area... and starts licking it clean.

Anthony giggles a bit.

(He might be a bit ticklish.)

Well that's just adorable. He continues his job with joy.

Anthony seems like he tries to stop himself a few times, makes a couple of motions to be in a less 'vulnerable' position, and then grabs Dayo off to kiss him.

Okay he's definitely enjoying this, kisses are a good thing to be doing right now. [I wasn't done,] he protests anyway.

[Ha,] responds Anthony, kissing him harder.

Then he sort of tackles him, putting Dayo on the bed instead.

[!!!]

[Didn't think only you could do this, did you?] asks Anthony, and then he nibbles on Dayo's jaw.

[Nope. Not at all. You're gonna end up getting me going again.]

[Oh, darn, how did I not think of that.]

Now on Dayo's neck.

[Something tells me you in fact did,] he sends with his mind, because his mouth is busy making noises.

Well, fortunately, Anthony has a very convenient power for when one's mouth is busy. On someone's neck, on someone's shoulder, working down someone's chest…

Okay but does he have a very convenient power for when one's brain is too busy to use that power? Because this might be the case, here.

No, no he doesn't.

But he thinks he's quite satisfied with the response anyway.

Yeah, he's gotten Dayo going again.

Just terrible, look how sad he is of this fact.

A few moments later, he decides to move down further and get Dayo going further.

Ayup. That is. Yes. A thing.

(Note that he still has remnants from the previous time on his skin.)

Oh no, that's just terrible – it means Anthony'll have to be extra careful, make sure he gets everywhere.

Oh dear. Terrible, isn't it.

And, you know, it seems like this is getting Anthony going too.

He moves back up and kisses Dayo.

Dayo approves very vocally.

Dayo also reaches down and rubs himself and Anthony, together, at the same time. Yes. That's a good idea.

That is a good idea, yes.

Anthony approves vocally, back of his throat, still kissing Dayo.

Perfect, they will both approve vocally and it's so good the walls are magically soundproof.

"I want you inside me," he gasps, because some things need to be said with your mouth.

Some things do.

Anthony grabs the necessary item and starts the necessary preparation.

And Dayo practically bounces with anticipation, and actually twitches.

Oh, Anthony wants more of the twitching.

He takes a moment, hovers near the edge… and then he's inside.

Did he want a loudly moaning Dayo? Because that's what he's getting. Dayo pulls Anthony closer and kisses him and bites his lip because yes.

Anthony is plenty happy to be kissed, apparently rather enjoying himself.

He did in fact want a loudly moaning Dayo.

Okay, good. More biting, more hugging, and Dayo might run his nails along Anthony's back and start moaning his name.

Oh, well. Anthony will have to take long, slooow strokes, in that case.

Really? What if Dayo begs for faster and harder?

Then Anthony will just have to go even slower, of course.

"Please, oh fuck Anthony—"

And then he pulls out, and pauses.

And then thrusts in, pretty hard.

"Oh fffuuuuuuuuck—" he yells.

Anthony kisses him. Then pulls out most of the way.

Then in again.

Yes he has lost all coherency.

[You doing –] Thrust. [– okay?]

"Yes," he cries, unable to muster enough mental energy to realise he should be sending this telepathically.

Anthony keeps going, in that case. For a few more thrusts.

Then he pulls out again.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit—

And then back in. It's not too much harder.

It's still pretty hard.

Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit he pulls Anthony back into a kiss and scratches Anthony's back and bites Anthony's lip and screams—

And Anthony keeps going, kissing Dayo also very forcefully.

Dayo will be gone way beyond the edge very very soon.

Like, "now" soon.

And, with that, Anthony is pretty close to the edge.

Shortly, he's over it.

Yeah okay he's completely exhausted and out of energy now.

Anthony holds himself up a moment, looks down, and then – decides to just lower himself onto Dayo.

Then he nibbles at Dayo's jaw some more.

Yep okay that is a thing. Good. It is a good thing.

Anthony thinks so too.

He lies there for a minute, then: [Don't suppose you know the time?]

Snuggle. [No, you're the one with the remote sensing power.]

[Doesn't do time, unfortunately.]

He lifts his head up to check the clock, then leans back down. [We have a bit before dinner.]

[You could've asked someone!]

[To ask the time?]

[Yeah.]

[It took like two seconds to look up,] he smirks.

[Two seconds you could've spent kissing me.]

He kisses Anthony just to make his point. Also because Anthony's hot and cute and should be kissed.

Anthony kisses back.

[I hope tomorrow goes okay.]

Sigh. [Yeah.] Dayo squeezes him. [I feel both like saying a thing and like saying that thing will doom us all plus it's incentivised by the wrong thing...]

[… If it's the thing I'm guessing, yeah, sounds like we might be doomed.]

[I won't say it, then.]

[Could say it tomorrow, once we're home and dry.]

['Home.']

[Well.]

[Suppose it will be our new home.]

[Wherever it is, yeah.]

Snuggle. [Ugh.]

[Should be a positive change.]

[I mean, yes, but still.]

[Yeah.]

He runs his fingers through Anthony's hair. [I feel like fretting but I have no idea what to fret about.]

[Not fretting sounds like a better idea, then.]

[Well yes but then what will I do with all this nervous energy? Not that what we just did does not help a lot,] he concedes. [Speaking of, perhaps a shower is in order. You never did let me finish cleaning you up.]

[Shower is probably a good idea,] agrees Anthony. [Now?]

[Yeah, sure, don't wanna get late for dinner—especially due to this.]

So Anthony gets up and pulls Dayo with him.

Oh, good, Dayo does enjoy being manhandled.

And Anthony pulls him towards the bathroom – actually pulls him a bit fast, oh dear, and Anthony kisses him – and then fumbles to turn on the shower.

Thankfully the shower is magical and easy to operate so it doesn't take a lot of fumbling.

As for being pulled and kissed: yes.

Anthony likes the positivity here.

Dayo can go under the water, then, since he's being washed first.

Is he now, okay, sure, Anthony's the boss here.

Anthony's still kissing him, so actually – they're more both under the water, but then he pulls back and smirks.

"What?"

Anthony looks down and – "Nothing."

Still smirking.

Dayo rolls his eyes. "Let's just get cleaned," he says, and proceeds to do just that.

He might linger a bit some places.

Anthony laughs, but yes, getting each other cleaned is a good activity.

And soon enough they're done and should get dressed again and go have dinner.

They are and they do.

[… Seems like people are surprisingly okay right now,] comments Anthony.

[Could just be the acceptance phase,] he suggests. They start making their way to the cafeteria.

[Could be.]

[It'll be fine. Or it won't. But regardless fretting about it today is not—useful. That's, I guess, the best way to look at it.]

Shrug. [I agree. But I'd expect most people to find it harder to just – slot it away.]

He shrugs, too, and then they arrive at the cafeteria.

Anthony scans the room briefly, then heads toward the counter.

People do, in fact, seem relatively calm.

Vivian waves at them from a table where she's talking to a friend.

And Dayo follows Anthony.

Anthony waves back.

[Food looks nice today. Spaghetti may in fact be my favorite.]

[Eh, it's alright, I guess.]

[Spaghetti is awesome and I refuse to hear any disparaging comment against it.]

[Is a shrug disparaging?]

[Yes.] Pause. [Ish.]

[How is a shrug disparaging.]

[Well, see, spaghetti is awesome.]

(And Anthony now has a bowlful of spaghetti.)

[I'm not really into food in general,] he shrugs, grabbing a bowlful of spaghetti as well.

[… Any particular reason?]

[It's just not incredible? And a waste of time in my opinion.]

[– I mean, if I could not need food I'd definitely skip it, but spaghetti's pretty good.]

[Eh.]

Anthony sniffs, tilting his head away dramatically.

"You," he declares out loud, "are adorable." And he gives Anthony a peck on the cheek.

Well, he gets a grin out of Anthony for that. "We should probably go sit, though."

"Right, yes."

Table!

"Hey," says Anthony to Vivian, taking a seat at aforementioned table.

"Hiya," greets Vivian. Her friend—a short girl with dirty blond hair named Carol—waves at the two. "Did you have fun, wink wink nudge nudge?"

Dayo, who just sat, sporfles. "Oh my god what are you twelve?" he giggles.

Anthony raises an eyebrow. "We might have."

"At least some of us are getting some action," Vivian sighs.

    "I thought you didn't like that...?" Carol asks.

"I don't, but it's the principle of the thing."

"… The principle?"

"Yeah!"

"Uh-huh." He rolls his eyes. "Anyway, how've your afternoons been?"

"Had chores, but then played some video games and it was alright."

    "I read," Carol shrugs.

"Cool, cool."

Anthony eats a forkful of spaghetti. It is quite clear that he loves it.

"You're adorable," he giggles.

[Spaghetti is delicious!]

[It's literally just pasta and like some sauce!]

[Yes! Remove the 'just' and you're right!]

He laughs and eats some.

To be fair it's quite good spaghetti.

(Nom.)

And after a while the same lady from breakfast shows up again.

"Good evening, everyone!"

"Good evening," responds Anthony, in time with the others.

    "Another good day has passed, and I see everyone winding down from it. Dinner will end in precisely twelve minutes, and then those who want to can go to one of the common rooms to watch a movie with us..."

[Only the best for our best citizens,] Dayo echoes the woman's croon mentally.

    "Otherwise, it is a good time to settle in for the night for another wonderful day tomorrow!"

[You guys up for a movie?]

[Sure, why not.]

    [Yeah,] Carol agrees.

[Sounds good.]

And so Anthony finishes off his food and a few minutes later they can head down to the movie.

People start gathering. The room is quite comfortable, with lots of sofas and beanbags and a large fluffy rug. There's lots of space for them to settle in.

Does Dayo want to sit on a beanbag with Anthony?

What a silly question.

Snuggle.