[Accidental Video + Commentlog for Sho]

[prettygirlkanon]

[The video turns on to Kanon checking a pair of bento. Well not really, but almost. Anyone who worked at the Northern Lights today would recognize them as some leftovers arranged in two meticulously washed pencil cases. Not exactly an aesthetically pleasing lunch, but this is Kanon after all; she's not exactly the sort of person you'd expect to

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[whatthefactor]

[When Kanon enters the room, she'll find Sho is perched atop a broken television, quickly scribbling a string of numbers .. variables ... some sort of equation on the wall with red pen. He keeps writing, not bothering to give the girl his full attention when he responds.]

What do you want?

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[prettygirlkanon]

What kind of question is that.

[Not even waiting for a reply she closes the door behind herself and navigates her way over to Sho, peering over his shoulder.]

This is art?

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[whatthefactor]

[And done. He finishes writing, removing the pen cap from his mouth and placing it on the pen.]

It's an equation.

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[prettygirlkanon]

And that is why you are Math-chan~♪.

[She places the box with lunch for him on top of his head, but doesn't let go just in case he gets mad and tries to throw it. Leaning over him she looks at the equation, though it's obvious she doesn't get it at all.]

Weird. Do you always do this?

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[whatthefactor]

[Sho looks the equation over one last time--perfect, as always--before pushing her hand and the bento box off his head so he can get up.]

When I feel like it. Most of it's zetta basic. [Well it's high school maths and up. And by the similar writing on most of the walls, it's obvious he does this somewhat often.]

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[prettygirlkanon]

[She looks at the equation some more, tilting her head slightly before getting out of the way.]

For like, you maybe. Kanon hasn't been near a math book since Nightmare Week.

Anyways she's going to hang out here, so you can tell her about it or something.

[Taking his hands she puts the bento box in them and sets a pair of chopsticks on top of that before taking her own set and flopping down onto his couch, her legs hanging over the arm of it.]

So?

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[whatthefactor]

[Sho stares at the box a bit, completely ignoring what she said.]

How can I be positive this isn't poisoned? [He's hungry, yes, that much is obvious. But nevertheless he's not going to lower his guard any time soon.]

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[prettygirlkanon]

[She sort of... stares at him for a moment.]

...You really think I'm that smart? ...Hyaha wow.

[She just opens hers and starts eating.]

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[whatthefactor]

[kind of this face.]

Hardly. It takes only an ounce of brains to figure out "dump liquid A onto object B."

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[prettygirlkanon]

[She just waves her chopsticks dismissively.]

That's stupid. First off, what would Kanon like, even put in there that wouldn't be obvious? I mean she has some detergent, but like, hello she's not that dumb. Secondly, that's just stupid. You'd just come back and poisoning you is boring and doesn't relieve stress at all.

She didn't make it by the way so if it sucks it's not her fault.

[And she puts a big chunk of food in her mouth before holding up her free hand to contemplate nails with an amazing amount of complacent vacuity.]

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[whatthefactor]

Stupid 000s do stupid things. Though yeah, it would be infinitely dull.

[Sho gets up, walking over to the "kitchen" and grabbing a soda (left over from the vending machine) from the not actually working fridge. He finally sits down against the tv and opens the his own. He's willing to take his chances; however, unfortunately now Kanon gets to see him eat.

He greedily picks at the food with his chopsticks, stuffing it into his mouth. At least he's not chewing with his mouth open yet?]

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[prettygirlkanon]

[Oh no, she's seen worse. At least he has all his clothes on and isn't talking so much he's spitting his food at her she has weirder friends than you'd think.]

Kanon doesn't poison people. Or shoot them. Or um... what was that ugly going to... oh yeah! Or stab out their hearts or things like that. She will kill you if you like drive way too slow on the road though, that's just obnoxious. Some people~♪.

[She eats a bit more, pausing to chew thoughtfully while her chopsticks move around to a beat of music obviously only she can hear.]

Yeah so, what's with the math thing?

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[whatthefactor]

[this is quite true.

A shrug. Yes now you get to see his half-chewed food.] Never learned to drive. It'd be an |waste| anyway.

[with a free hand, he opens the soda can.] What about it?

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[prettygirlkanon]

I love driving. I would never go back to not being able to. Ken-chan won't let me drive his car after last time though, which it was so not Kanon's fault, you know?

[Well Sho wouldn't know, she's aware of this, but it doesn't enter her mind to acknowledge this seeing as she has a bad habit of acting like everyone should know her business. She digs through her lunch looking for something in particular.]

Why math?

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[whatthefactor]

[nonchalantly.] Too many 000s in Shibuya to drive. It'd ruin the tires running over them and like hell if I'm expected to waste even a nanosecond of my time for them.

[He stuffs another chunk of food in his mouth.]

Why not? [Chew chew.] Mafemati--[swallow.] Mathematics is the language of the universe. It is relative to all subjects. Everything is made up of numbers, equations, calculations.

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[prettygirlkanon]

There's more than Shibuya out there. And running over people is annoying, who even does that.

[She looks at her hand for a moment with a small frown.]

I'm not a number even if you keep calling me 000. Do you have an equation to figure Kanon out?