rakuen | [Dining Hall, Open post]

Kallen wanted to go back to the dorm right after class. Problem was she hadn't eaten all day. She was on edge, watching someone's actions. It was like nothing from the Academy changed, except their setting arrangement. There was no way Lelouch could be alive, but she found herself in class, staring at him in disbelief. She was glad none of the teachers called on him because if she heard his voice... well Kallen had no idea what she would actually do.

She stopped by the dining hall. It was late (considering most people weren't going to dinner at this time) so thankfully there weren't many people. So she ordered some food, picked it up, and made her way to an empty table. She could block out the idle chatter so she could get some studying in. Sandwich in hand, she nibbled on it while rereading her notes.

{Feel free to come bother her. Prose, action, choose and I'll reply back to you in the same format}

{edit; because I'm the most awesome person in the world. RETCON! I forgot Kallen doesn't know how to eat a sandwich, but she's noming it up in here. Sandwich is now ~~beautiful diamonds~~ fries or something.}

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In the village is fine. [ANSWER THE QUESTION B| She'll tell you why she's asking when you give her the answer she's looking for. Promise.]

Wooden ones, I guess. They're not like this place at all.

So how these buildings are here... they're nothing like your Japan?

That's what I said.

Look, there's a reason why I'm asking you this. In my Japan, the buildings look like this. The ones you're describing, I've read in history books.

[She takes a pencil out of her bag and flips to the back of one of her notebook, opening to a blank page. She quickly sketches out a home that would resemble what he was speaking of.]

Yours look like that, right? [She turns the page around to him so he can see it.]

Yeah, kinda. [tilts his head a little, determined to find some kind of fault with the drawing] The walls are straighter.

Well it was a quick sketch. I'm no artist, this is the best I can do.

[ha, it worked. He's not even sure why he's trying to annoy her anymore, other than as revenge for her intimidating him.] I guess.

Kallen.

[uh.] ... Kotarou.

I'm sure this wouldn't happen under normal circumstances, but it's a pleasure to meet you, Kotarou.

[that gets her a moment of open-mouthed surprise, before he laughs, sheepish. Any childish tension drains from the moment.] You too.

So how old are you if you don't mind me asking?

Eight. [he doesn't sound sure. To cover it:] How old are you?

[FACEPALM. Not at you, but at this damn place. Molly's ...almost thirteen? Something like that. This boy is eight years old. WHY DRAG HIM INTO THIS? This wasn't fair. Not to any of them.]

Eighteen.

Really? [she looks younger. Not that he's ever really thought about a woman's age, but still.]

Really. [She has no reason to lie.]

Huh. [the bread and fish fingers are getting a little crushed. One of the fingers falls to the floor, decidedly the worse-for-wear. He glances down at it, then makes a basket of his shirt hem and drops the rest in before he crouches down to retrieve the mess. It looks like it's still edible; he adds it to the rest.]

Here. [She takes her plates off the tray and pushes it over to him. Just from observing, she can probably deduct what type of life he's lived.]

[eyes the plates warily, then takes one, puts it on the nearest empty chair and tips the contents of his shirt onto it.]

[that's what she meant, right. He hopes so.]

[Right but--] You might want to put it in the table.

[... dammit.]

I was going to! [would this face lie. Anyway, he reaches up to slide the plate back onto the table, and scrambles up onto the chair next to her.]

[She gives a small laugh before taking a bite out of her sandwich again.]

[he eyes her sidelong, then - frowning in concentration - takes a relatively intact slice of bread, puts some of the mush that used to be fish fingers on top of it, then folds it over. There. That must be how nobles eat their meals.]

[chew chew chew.]

You're Japanese, right? How come you have red hair?

[Close enough.]

[She's about to take another bite when she stops. It's not often she talks about her heritage and in most cases, she wants to avoid talking about it all together.]

Does it really seem that strange?

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