(It's a quiet morning on Lord Hater's ship and the Watchdogs are all in the cafeteria getting their breakfast, sitting with each other and chatting away. All but one person...)
Hater: (sat by himself, staring blankly at his still full plate of stacked pancakes covered with whip cream, syrup and strawberries)
Peepers: [noticed him not eating] Sir? R u OK? Wht aren't u eating? It's your favourite
Hater: Guess my appetite changed its dumb mind or something... (flicked at a strawberry)
Peepers: U sure ur alright? Come to think of it u haven't been eating well or much lately. Maybe u should go get a chk up at the medics
Hater: What? No! I'm in fine shape, I just don't feel hungry for some reason! >_<
Peepers: Uh-huh, well, wen ur not eating well, ur blood sugar will go low, n u know wat happens wen ur blood sugar is low, n we can't hv tht, especially if we got tons of planets to conquer. So u better go get tht chk up before we get behind schedule, n u know how I get if we're behind schedule :^)
Hater: |-( Ugh, fine, I'll go check with the medics if it'll shut you up.
Peepers: Good :D Now hv some warm tea at least. Maybe that'll perk ur appetite up [slides a mug of warm tea for him]
Hater: (stared at it then picked it up, taking tiny sips)
Peepers: [continued to eat n engaging small talk with the rest of the crew]
Hater: (grimaced to himself; somehow the tea that should be sweet tasted a bit bitter to him)
Peepers: [occasionally steals a glance at Hater, quietly worried abt him]
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