[Obligatory Tuesday Mess Hall Post]

[servicewitha]

[Fuuma's sitting at a table, a bowl of Tuesday's soup and a now cold cup of tea untouched nearby. Instead of eating, he's reading through a rather thick, old, almost to the point of fragile-looking, book in a language most probably wouldn't recognize. A worn, spiral-bound journal lays open next to it and every once in a while, he'll pause to jot a few notes down.]

[OOC: What the title says! Feel free to abuse the post as you will or come bug Fuuma. ♥ ETA Off to work! I'll pick up old and new threads when I get back. Baaaack.]