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*Crosshair sits quietly, rolling a toothpick between his lips. He's lost in thought for a moment as he just stares blankly at the food tray before him on the table. With a huffed sigh he pulled the toothpick from his lips and let it drop onto the table next to his tray.**The soft thrum of conversation from the others in the mess hall is just background noise at this point.**Slowly, he lifts his fork with a chunk of potato on the end up to his waiting lips.*
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