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1.3 𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙍𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙩
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Celeste popped in and out of the kitchen, teleporting plates from the kitchen to the table. Rachel's eyes lit up every time Celeste did so contrasting Cliff's huffs of annoyance.
He strongly disliked when she would use her powers; that is because Chief disliked it more. The two would forever be arguing about the subject.
Celeste believe in order to fully control her powers she needed to feel their full effects but Chief was dismiss her, calling her unstable and saying her actions are selfish. He always pulled out the "you're unpredictable and could harm someone," excuse which upset Celeste. Sometimes they would scream at each other back and forth, neither relenting until something drastic happened such as Celeste accidentally blowing up the states power grids and causing the state to black out.
Rachel sat beside Gar, taking Celeste's usual spot. The curly headed woman sat next to Larry, opposite the teens.
The four of them piled their plates high, trying to ignore the stares they were getting from Cliff.
Rachel dug into her chicken and waffles, looking up to find Cliff intensely staring, "For God's sake, Cliff, stop staring at the poor girl,"
"So, are the waffles crispy on the outside and gooey a little bit on the inside with just the right amount of butter?"
Rachel smiled at the robot, "They're perfect," she confirmed. If one thing was for sure it was that Larry was one hell of a cook.
"Try the chicken," he suggested.
Rachel picked up the wing on her plate, gently biting into it, "What's that taste like?" Cliff asked eagerly
He never got any answers to questions like this as the other would tell him to knock it off. Celeste would jokingly offer to feed him nuts and bolts but he would never receive a serious answer.
"Crunchy and moist,"
Cliff let out a deep breath, "Oh, God! I used to love fried chicken. I loved to eat, swim, loved to dance. I used to love dancing."
"Why can't you dance?" Rachel wondered, Celeste groaning at the question.
"Don't set him off," She warned.
"Oh, forget it. You're young, nobody's dancing with this," Cliff knocked on the side of his head, the hollow sound of metal ringing out
"I would," Rachel them imitated a robot, moving around mechanically swinging her arm like it was a broken part.
Celeste stopped eating, taking a break to laugh loudly at Cliffs face. It was hard to distinguish his features but she has spent so much time with him that she was practically a translator.
