Walking swiftly in, Michael sent out small shadows to fetch him something to eat. He then slid onto one of the benches in the cafeteria and leaned back, waiting for his lunch to arrive. How much time do we have?
I'd say about 12 minutes.
Good, I'm starving.
What? And you think I'm not?
Sorry.
Well you should be. He smiled as he bickered with his other half, they had been spending the last few days improving their skills, and had created a schedual.
Though I stick with what I said befire, Schedules are for losers.
Oh yes, because wandering around aimlesly is so cool Rolling his eyes, he extended his arms as the shadows returned with his lunch.
And about bloodly time too. He heard in his mind.
The shadows dissapeared into the corner of the room, and Michael inspected the array of food in front of him.