Krys wandered into the food court at lunch time, yawning slightly. He was tired... it was alright though - he'd just had the best weekend ever and it was totally worth being shattered. He adjusted the strings on his hoodie with his free hand and looked for somewhere to sit down... Hmm.

He found a table and put his plate down, flopping into a seat and picking up a fork. This chicken needed eating. Yup. He ran a hand through his red curls and pushed his glasses up his nose - he was going to have to revive himself somehow, he still had the rest of the day to stay awake through... Hmm. Coffee maybe. After lunch.