Food was food, right? To someone that hadn't technically had anything like that in the last few years, it was a sight for sore eyes. Sure, he didn't need to eat before but now that Zack does, well... No one would fault him for taking advantage of the situation, right? If they did then Zack would probably just shove one of these festive foods in their face and carry on.
The problem here was that Zack didn't really know where to start. Did he go for something that would definitely constitute as a meal - like a hamburger or something? Or did he just want to head straight towards the stuff that would rot his teeth out. It was so hard to decide!
"Things I wasn't prepared for: this."
Well he wasn't prepared to be back walking around at all, but that wasn't the point, was it?
( wandering around )
To be fair, there was something else that Zack was looking for. Rather, there were people that he happened to be looking for. If he was here then who knows how many others were spit out. Well there was also the fact that if someone he knew caught sight of him, they'd either freeze on the spot or have five hundred questions for him - some that he wouldn't be able to answer.
Thus, while he was milling about, Zack kept his eyes open for anyone. Yes, he was enjoying himself because how could he not by chatting up stall owners no, not flirting thank you and anyone else he happened to cross paths with. He hoped that anyone that would know him he'd find first before they caught sight of him.
( job fair )
It wasn't a bad idea, setting up a corner so that people would be able to look at their options. All things considering, Zack was going to go on in and scope things out himself. In no way did he imagine himself becoming idle and not contributing in some way. The thought of sitting around and doing nothing wasn't how he operated. Zack hated being idle.
Hands hooked behind his head, he wandered from table to table. Just checking things out, for now.
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Food was food, right? To someone that hadn't technically had anything like that in the last few years, it was a sight for sore eyes. Sure, he didn't need to eat before but now that Zack does, well... No one would fault him for taking advantage of the situation, right? If they did then Zack would probably just shove one of these festive foods in their face and carry on.
The problem here was that Zack didn't really know where to start. Did he go for something that would definitely constitute as a meal - like a hamburger or something? Or did he just want to head straight towards the stuff that would rot his teeth out. It was so hard to decide!
"Things I wasn't prepared for: this."
Well he wasn't prepared to be back walking around at all, but that wasn't the point, was it?
( wandering around )
To be fair, there was something else that Zack was looking for. Rather, there were people that he happened to be looking for. If he was here then who knows how many others were spit out. Well there was also the fact that if someone he knew caught sight of him, they'd either freeze on the spot or have five hundred questions for him - some that he wouldn't be able to answer.
Thus, while he was milling about, Zack kept his eyes open for anyone. Yes, he was enjoying himself because how could he not by chatting up stall owners
no, not flirting thank youand anyone else he happened to cross paths with. He hoped that anyone that would know him he'd find first before they caught sight of him.( job fair )
It wasn't a bad idea, setting up a corner so that people would be able to look at their options. All things considering, Zack was going to go on in and scope things out himself. In no way did he imagine himself becoming idle and not contributing in some way. The thought of sitting around and doing nothing wasn't how he operated. Zack hated being idle.
Hands hooked behind his head, he wandered from table to table. Just checking things out, for now.