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"yeah... want me to go get some food?" i asked after a couple of rounds dancing with a laugh

"Pizza? With lots of pepperoni?" I asked, not realizing how long we had been playing.

"if thats what you want..." i said with a nod, streaching a bit

"Wait, does that mean I have to stop?"

"not at all, ill be right back so you dont have to do anything, as they make Pizza here!" i smiled

"Really? Yes! Then im just going to do this thing again in the meantime."

"alright...." i smiled, and walked off to get the pizza, and came back a few minutes later with a yawn, a pizza in my hand "hot and ready, along with a drink if you want..." i said, walking over to a table nearby and set it down

I practically jumped off, skipping to the chair, and sat down eagerly. "Thankyou for the food," I said, grabbing some pizza.

"someone seems to be having a great time..." i chuckled, sitting next to her

I nodded. "I still cant get 'AAA' rank, though," I said as I took a bite.

"ill help you with tips after we eat..." i said with a smile, noting how excited she was

I simply nodded, trying to finish quickly to get back to the game.

"...." i watched her eat quickly and smiled as she ate, and chuckled "never seen this side of you, its nice..."

I stopped, midbite, wondering if he meant me appearing to have glutton tendencies. I blushed, embarrassed. "Ur, werl-" I swallowed,"- its not like im normally like this.."

"dont worry, i rather enjoy seeing this side of you, its quite relaxing from the usual crap i have to deal with... at my house, we have to take our time with the food... it drives me insane..." i smiled, and dug into my food as well, hungry enough to eat a cow

"...Take your time? You have to eat slow? I mean- I actually chew and swallow my meals, but at most that'll take 20 minutes, so me and my dad spend more time doing other things than eating slowly. When he isnt drunk of course..."

"bout 2 hours for me..." i sighed

"Two hours...how much and how slow do you eat?"

"depends on time and day.... most of the time its spent listening to my fathers friends talk, or having to talk with others that want to form new agreements with me..." i said simply, taking another large bite of pizza

"You talk. Instead of enjoying your meal, you talk. I seriously dont understand rich people, wasting meal time on making deals..."

"join the club...." i said with a chuckle, digging into the pizza again

"I seriously wonder why you do all the boring stuff rich people do and dont do the fun stuff you can, like going to europe and driving a tank. And blowing stuff up."

"because i dont have a special someone to share it with.... every time you here about people who do that its with a partner or a friend...." i said simply, pausing in my meal to look at her "i do it because someone has to... if i dont, some jerk will along the way, and he will muk it up so he gets all the benifits but no responciblity"

I sighed, not really wanting to agree with him out loud. Being rich seemed more like a pain than something you could drive tanks with.

"would you like to drive a tank?" i asked with a small grin