Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[sogothcally]

Where Cally had gotten a skimpy sailor girl outfit on such short notice, one might best not ask. But since everyone else was acting weird, she decided doing the same thing was only fair. And she could totally blame whatever happened

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[sound_loyalty]

Kabuto was avoiding certain people. It wasn't that he was hiding, exactly, but he didn't want to really be out in the open. He said nothing about the girls in swimsuits, instead curling up on a chair with a notebook and writing diligently.

[sogothcally]

"Want a 'oothie?" Cally asked the newcomer.

[sound_loyalty]

"...A what?" Kabuto looked up at the strange girl in the sailor suit.

[sogothcally]

"Smoothie," Cally said, enunciating as best she coould.

[sound_loyalty]

"..." Oh hell, why not? What was the worst that could happen? "Sure. Whatever kind you've got."

[sogothcally]

"Got lots of fruit," Cally said. "Can make it to order."

[sound_loyalty]

"It doesn't matter," Kabuto smiled, waving it off. "I wouldn't want to trouble you or anything."

[sogothcally]

"No 'ouble, really," Cally said. "What's your favorite fruit?"

[sound_loyalty]

"I don't have too much preference. How about strawberry?" It was worth a shot, anyway.

[sogothcally]

Cally blended up a Strawberry and blueberry concoction for Kabuto and poured it into a glass. She stuck a straw in it and delivered it over for him.

"'ere ya go," she said.

[sound_loyalty]

Oooh, purple. Kabuto smiled, taking it from her. "Thanks. Really appreciate it."

[sogothcally]

"Welcome," Cally said with a little smile.