{{the feed turns on to show Kuri sitting down in front of her computer, feet propped up on her desk. She's wearing a leather jacket, skinny jeans, and black Converse - in the middle of summer, that's right. After some grumbling under her breath, she speaks up}}
This on or what? Right, so, French boarding school place, I'm Kuri Masachika. 'M gonna be
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[ Can't say he's not one of them, but he's not as rich as them, at least? ]
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And I'm pretty sure most've the kids hafta be either rich brats to get in here, or jocks-slash-nerds to get one of the scholarships.
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What's your idea of something music related that's not "shitty and pansy-filled", then? [ He sounds oddly amused by this. ] Well, I can assure you, I'm not a jock-slash-nerd. I'm not really a rich brat either.
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Huh. What are you, then?
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[ There's a snort at the next question. ]
Those things are for shallow people. I don't define myself by labels.
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{{scoffs}} Didn't tell you to label yourself. I asked you what you are. I am Kuri Masachika. Japanese name, born and raised in England, with a British accent and a pair of Converse. That's what I am. So what're you?
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[ You didn't see it coming, did you? His music taste was completely at odds with how he presented yourself in the public. But that's just how Eiríkur rolls. Besides, he liked softer stuff, too. Specifically the ones that's...practically at the other end of the spectrum. ]
Nerds, jocks, and "rich brats" are all labels, for your information. [ A bit sarcastic there, and there's some pause afterwards due to hesitation, but then he turned on his video feed. ] Eiríkur Evenson; half-Norwegian, half-Icelandic, born in Norway but was raised in both countries, ninth grade, partial rich brat. Converse is tolerable. It's nice to meet you, Kuri.
[ Specifically, partial rich, spoiled brat, Sverre's little brother, but of course he won't admit the former. Also wasn't mentioned: tsundere extraordinaire and troll-in-training. Thread with caution. ]
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{{video feed on- You see the bottom of Kuri's Converse-clad feet, but nothing else. Once she realizes it's on video, she shifts so that you can see her with a muffled 'oh shit.' She's propping her legs up on the desk in front of her and making a paper origami crane as she speaks like a boss}}
Going into ninth grade? Because if so, same here. And Converse are beautiful. I dunno what you're talking about. I wear them everywhere.
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People have different tastes and junk, I guess. But they're good, yes.
[ In that case, he'll educate her on the matters of Nordic hardcore music. Gladly. Ask and she shall receive. ]
No, unfortunately, I'll be in the tenth grade after summer. [ He had some doubts about whether or not he's going to pass ninth grade because he'd just transferred, but for the most part, he's certain he's not failing. ] They're okay. But I don't wear them everywhere.
[ Shrugs. Refer back to point #1 about different tastes, Kuri. ]
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Aww, and I was so looking forward to... being in your class? Huh. Wait - whoa - tenth grade. That's... HS-2? This whole system of years is just really confusing. I think I've forgotten everything school-related in the past two years.
{{and the crane is finished! Kuri pencils a quick number onto the wing, then sets it aside and glances up at Eirikur.}} Eirikur. Do all people call you that?
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[ He doubted that she'd ever heard at least one of those bands, but he can hope. ]
There's still lunch time, after class, and stuff like that. [ Truthfully, he's a bit flattered that someone he'd just met was looking forward to be in the same class of him because what is friends, but of course, he didn't show it. ] No, HS-1. I'm only a year older than you. [ Shook his head with the vaguest hint of a smile. ] It is confusing, but you'll get used to it eventually.
[ Past two years? He actually wanted to ask because he's curious, but he figured that's a one-way trip to "being labelled as nosy"-ville, so he decided against it. He's currently been eyeing the crane she was making, but quickly look away when she glances up at him. He doesn't want to be caught staring, either. ]
Yeah. Except for the teachers. The ones in this place, anyway. The ones back home called me that, too.
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Wait - wait - I lied, I'm going into the tenth grade. Same age as you. {{distractedly waves her left hand around her head as she continues to write}} Everything gets muddled in here from time to time. Don't really pay attention to the ages or the grades. Measure life by experiences instead. I'd be way older than everyone else if we did it like that.
{{note done~! Wiping the chalk dust off onto her jeans, she tucks the board away, pondering}} Yeah, well I'm sure as hell not gonna call you that. It's really stuffy. Um... Eirik? That looks cool when you spell it.
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[ The entire thing caught his attention, but as with the crane, he said nothing about it. ]
Oh. That's good to hear. [ That raised a doubt, and he wondered why she lied about such a trivial thing, but he chose to shrug it off and believe what she said. It's something petty, anyway, there's no need to fuss about it. At what she said next, he let out another laugh. Less quiet, more carefree this time. It seems like he'd started to take a small liking in Kuri. ] I agree with that. Measuring life by experiences seems more reasonable than by age, grade, or education level. [ Then, teasingly: ] How old are you going to be, then? 25? 80? A dinosaur?
[ He doesn't really buy that because to be honest, she doesn't seem mature or wise or both, but he doesn't know her that well (yet), so he can't judge, right? ]
Stuffy? I don't think so. [ What's stuffy is when people (read: teachers in Reims) insists ( ... )
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{{grins mischievously}} I'd say forty, personally, but there's sorta a dual-mentality going on. Part of me's forty, the other part's like 12 or 13. It evens out, I think.
Oh yeah, it's really stuffy. It's three whole syllables. That's ridiculous. Eirik is cool.
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[ It's common assumption, really. And don't ask about the Swedes, they're kind of suck at this whole metal music business. Denmark? Nonexistent. Iceland is...well, he'd say average. They're better at other genres. ]
You're going to have identity crisis later on in life, in that case.
[ Still teasing her! This might last for a while. ]
Well, if you say so. [ Shrugs again. ] I don't mind.
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{{Kuri's expert on UK everything. England obviously wins. Always. But Irish and Scottish bands aren't that bad.}}
Who's to say I don't have identity crisis, now, huh? {{she's teasing as well}} I have too many things mixed up in here not to be confused a bit. {{taps her temple with a finger}}
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