[After Lobelia's jokeful prodding, Beel quickly ripped himself away and marched straight to the buffet, knocking over several robots with his pace.
There's less decorum. He doesn't bother to return to the table at first, walking up to the buffet and shoving food directly into his mouth, swallowing whole, barely stopping to breathe.
It's only when he's been at that pace for close to an hour that he finally crawls to a steadier pace. He reaches for a plate despite the angry beeping of the robots trying to refill the empty buffet sections. Reaction has him picking up tongs, only to bring the metal to his mouth with a sickening crunch.
He pauses, looking at his hand, before burying it in a fist against his stomach, which growls as though still bottomelessly empty.
He'll spot Temenos about now, but his eyes don't stay on the priest for long. Instead, he tries to focus on finding another pair of tongs.]
WEEK 1 - FRIDAY
There's less decorum. He doesn't bother to return to the table at first, walking up to the buffet and shoving food directly into his mouth, swallowing whole, barely stopping to breathe.
It's only when he's been at that pace for close to an hour that he finally crawls to a steadier pace. He reaches for a plate despite the angry beeping of the robots trying to refill the empty buffet sections. Reaction has him picking up tongs, only to bring the metal to his mouth with a sickening crunch.
He pauses, looking at his hand, before burying it in a fist against his stomach, which growls as though still bottomelessly empty.
He'll spot Temenos about now, but his eyes don't stay on the priest for long. Instead, he tries to focus on finding another pair of tongs.]