[ Power ratings... It's a topic that comes up more often in Kaito's home life than he'd care to admit. Much like politics, he tries to keep well away from it all. ]
And I wasn't planning on leaving base. Neo Tokyo's interesting, but I'm a little wiped after everything that's been going on... Cafeteria at... whenever? Before or after twelve, I don't care. I'd just prefer to dodge the lunch rush.
[ There he is, also in long sleeves loungewear... and a pair of leather gloves! He's drawing something in a notebook with an orange pen sporting a little kitty on the top end.
Across the table sits a dome-shaped metal lid, likely covering the food he mentioned. Kaito doesn't look up, but he does wave with his free hand once she's close. ]
[ On closer inspection, the open pages are covered in notes and small sketches of... food? Pots and pans?
Reaching over it, Kaito plucks the lid up and sets it down next to what it's been hiding: a mug that's been filled most of the way with a thick, piping-hot liquid. Chunks of white 'meat' sit mixed with some sprinklings of greens. A wide spoon sits next to the cup, alongside a small dish of crackers. ]
Clam chowder. Back home, some might designate this as New England Clam Chowder, after a small region.
[ ...Why does he sound like a professor reading off his prompter? Kaito gestures to the cup with his pen. ]
Please, go ahead.
[ Fortunately, this isn't all poisoned. Or laced with laxatives. In fact, it's delicious—like the ingredients were freshly gathered this morning.
[ the last thing she wants is being mansplained to while eating. this guy is so weird...
but like most sinners, she can't say no to free food. so she takes a sip, her eyes momentarily lighting up. it's not the most amazing thing she's ever eaten so far, but it's good, and she takes a couple more spoonfuls before noticing kaito's intense staring. ]
Can you not stare so hard? You're making this weirder than it already is.
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[ Power ratings... It's a topic that comes up more often in Kaito's home life than he'd care to admit. Much like politics, he tries to keep well away from it all. ]
And I wasn't planning on leaving base.
Neo Tokyo's interesting, but I'm a little wiped after everything that's been going on...
Cafeteria at... whenever?
Before or after twelve, I don't care. I'd just prefer to dodge the lunch rush.
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[ she does wait for after the lunch rush is over, before heading to the cafe in her usual loungewear and ponytail. now where's that guy... ]
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Across the table sits a dome-shaped metal lid, likely covering the food he mentioned. Kaito doesn't look up, but he does wave with his free hand once she's close. ]
Yo.
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Well? What's for lunch?
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Reaching over it, Kaito plucks the lid up and sets it down next to what it's been hiding: a mug that's been filled most of the way with a thick, piping-hot liquid. Chunks of white 'meat' sit mixed with some sprinklings of greens. A wide spoon sits next to the cup, alongside a small dish of crackers. ]
Clam chowder. Back home, some might designate this as New England Clam Chowder, after a small region.
[ ...Why does he sound like a professor reading off his prompter? Kaito gestures to the cup with his pen. ]
Please, go ahead.
[ Fortunately, this isn't all poisoned. Or laced with laxatives. In fact, it's delicious—like the ingredients were freshly gathered this morning.
...Don't mind Kaito staring intently. ]
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but like most sinners, she can't say no to free food. so she takes a sip, her eyes momentarily lighting up. it's not the most amazing thing she's ever eaten so far, but it's good, and she takes a couple more spoonfuls before noticing kaito's intense staring. ]
Can you not stare so hard? You're making this weirder than it already is.