Snippet #2770108

Desmond glared at Kyle, not enjoying being woken from his memories so quickly. He sighed softly and wondered if he should tell Kyle about the contraband scheme, but decided against it. He was already risking it with the Plebe, and didn't want more trouble than him. Watching him for a moment more, he whispered, "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" A grin spread across his face, one that slowly receded as soon as it appeared.

Reaching into his right breast pocket, he pulled out a thin, white kerchief, and began to tie it around his neck. Playing with the ends of his kerchief, he leaned over to Jack, and asked in a hushed voice, "When does our class start again? I'd rather not spend more time than I must with Kyle." Although he found his entire squad fun to be around, he didn't much enjoy Kyle's methods with the Plebes. Always calling them this, or that, but never their given names. He, himself, had once been called nothing more than a Plebe when he first came to the station. After about a year of only being called such, he had grown tired of it, and lashed out at a Delta, which put him in a holding cell, and the Delta in the station's hospital for several weeks.

Smiling at the thought, Desmond shook his head slightly. That was the day people left him alone, but not the Alphas, not for a couple years more, where he stood his ground against a pack of them. He came out on top, but spent nearly a month in the hospital, nursing his wounds. Shaking his head once more, clearing the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him, he stared out across the table, and reached into his left breast pocket. Standing up, he walked past Lucy, dipositing a small piece of chocolate into her lap. After winking at her, he tapped Patrick's shoulder, and gave him a small lemon drop, one with a green liquid center.

Stepping behind Marc, he dropped a piece of jerked meat into his lap, and smiled softly. Placing a finger on his lips, and tapping it slowly, he dug into his left pants pocket, and pulled out mint straw, and, grabbing Kyle's hand, he placed the sweet in it, making sure his hand closed around it. Looking down at Jack, he said, "Your a tough one, Jack, but here," he placed a small pouch into his lap quickly, "Its those tea leaves I had about a year, or so, ago. He found some and sent it up on the last shipment. Too bad, though," he drifted over to Lucy once more, "They've grown quite rare on the surface."

Lowering his head, so that his lips were close to Lucy's right ear, he whispered, "Theres going to be some news from the surface as well, Lucy. It'll be in one of those computer chip type things you techs use to store data. Might find something of interest." He pat her head softly, then sat back down in his chair. Leaning back, he placed his hands behind his head, and watched everyone's reaction to their treats.