Snippet #996817

Raziel viscously shoveled the remnants of his plate into his mouth, not wasting a single bite as he greedily treated this meal like it was his last. There was just something about the flavor that sent him soaring, it having some mystical link to the life he once knew. It was if something as simple as eating blueberry pancakes gave him a fraction of his old life back, and for a split second in time everything was good again. Even with an empty plate in front of him he persisted to paw at the syrup with his fork, literally set on licking his plate clean. “Yum! Cinnamon!” He exclaimed, finally content as he leaned back – suckling at his fingers.

Lost in bliss, he was too distracted to even ask why or how she made pancakes the way she did, nor did he even care by this point. The only answer he needed was that she just did – and that was the only important thing. Besides, what would he gain by questioning her over something so stupid? Of all the odds, it was nearly impossible for him to meet anyone from before; besides not remembering, he was millions of miles in space, one of only 300 in the Pioneer program. What were the chances of one of these people even remotely knowing him? Tossing his thoughts aside, he sat up and was quickly sidetracked when she began to ask him about the drawings.

”Oh... her.” He muttered subtly, trailing off again as he began asking himself the same question. ”To be perfectly honest I don’t know. I draw things I dream about sometimes, or people I meet... and they tend to make sense to me; but she on the other hand has remained just that... a dream.” Looking up at his wall and taping his cheek with his thumb, he shrugged and shook his head to the side. ”I don’t have anyone waiting for me back there. Earth is just a dead planet to me... I hardly have any memory of it anyway.” Not paying attention to his words, his eyes widened as he realized he almost blew his secret. Luckily an announcement rung over the intercom and changed the pace. ”Well it seems it’s time to go...”

Getting to his feet, he lifted up his tray and politely took Quintessence’s as well,”I should run these back to the cafeteria. You feel free to get going! I’ll... see you later...” Thoughts lingering on till tomorrow, he wrinkled his nose and snorted before briskly leaving the room and disappearing back down the hall – which he was good at. Raziel ran away from most things, especially people; but deep down he knew tomorrow he would hardly remember a thing about his ‘new friend’.