Odd yawned as he made his way down to the lunchroom on Wednesday morning. Ulrich drowsily trailed behind him by a good three feet, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his gray denim jeans. Odd had run ahead of him and was now in line, waiting to be served with a heaping pile of freshly prepared piping hot eggs, bacon, pancakes, and toast. Ulrich didn’t feel like eating so he just turned away from the line and made his way over to their usual table. He plopped down near the left window and rested his arms on the table’s edge. He laid his chin on top of his forearms and looked out the window, feeling his eyelids droop. He yawned again and pressed his chin down into his arms and sighed, feeling the grip of sleep begin to pull at him. Then just as quick as the he felt the pull of drowsiness, his closed his eyes and slipped back into sleep.
Aelita made her way