"What... Is it that you call this?", Rowland looked at him.
"Erm, stir fry..?", he smacked his lips, "But, they were closing so I stopped by the deli section.", he carried on eating but fiddled around with his tongue around his teeth for the rice was somehow slightly undercooked;
"So, mind the rice.", He said whilst cleaning a canine.
"No, I mean...", Rowland looked away for a moment, "Us, what do you call... us? "
"Why?...We're like water at this point.", He covered his mouth whilst he spoke before he swallowed, "To except a name that forces us to become like everyone else, solidifies us into this box where we'd believe that it's our duty to confine into the random and apparent rules of engagement, where's the fun in that?", having a fork full to finish his sentence, Rowland had a sen
