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[libertyfuckyeah]

CHARACTERS: Alfred F. Jones, Matthew Williams, and whatever poor souls they encounter.
LOCATION/SETTING: Outside the cafeteria
DATE & TIME: Cinco de Mayo, just before lunch.
WARNINGS: all of them. no, not really, none.
SUMMARY: The problem with dressing two brothers who could pass as twins in matching uniforms: it's very hard to tell them apart.

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Supposed to be on hiatus but sitting in this post now.

[a_digital_witch]

Marisa was sitting on the edge of the brick half-wall just outside the cafeteria. Legs crossed so she didn't show off any goods aside from a bit of thigh, she had her laptop out and was working on something important. Or that's what she was supposed to be doing.

But no, a pair of gold eyes were watching the two brothers walking along over the top of her screen. It was hard to tell exactly which one she was looking at given the distance between them, but a glance her way would net the brothers proof that a girl was checking them out.

likewise sob BUT HI <3

[libertyfuckyeah]

In many respects, Alfred is utterly oblivious to the world around him. How much is intentional and how much is genuine is up to speculation. But, though he may be one of the most unobservant people on the planet, he's not utterly blind. It takes him a while to notice Marisa (and to stop running his mouth at Matthew about utterly stupid ideas) but, when he does, he grins. This is normal for a guy who just caught a girl (a cute girl, Alfred notes) looking at him. What isn't normal is the proceeding response: drop whatever conversation he was having with Matthew, wave enthusiastically, and call out, "Hey there!"

This is strange.

No, really. If some stranger greets a random person on the street like this, that person is going to avoid eye contact and hurry away as quickly as possible. Now, Alfred might be able to justify it with 'oh she was looking at me, I was only being friendly instead of awkwardly pretending I didn't catch her looking at me', but even that's a stretch.

[a_digital_witch]

Marisa blinked at the very direct greeting, a bit surprised at the response, but then smiled as it was the one she'd been looking at that waved. If Marisa wasn't a bit interested or she wasn't who she was, she might have tried to ignore the reaction, but not the Digital Witch.

Instead she toyed a bit with the end of her braid. "Hey," she replied, her accent marking her as being far more Japanese than she looked, being blonde and all, "I think you should come over here and talk to me, ze."

[libertyfuckyeah]

"Okay!" he says, more or less abandoning his brother to go do... whatever. Sorry, Matthew. He'll make it up to you later (maybe). Besides, Alfred agrees that it would be a good idea to go and talk to the girl too.

He walks over, then sort of just stands there in front of her, trying to figure out if he should sit on the floor next to her or just keep awkwardly standing there. Alfred settles for leaning against the wall next to her.

"So, uh," he starts. The next words he thinks of are 'you were staring at me,' but somehow that doesn't feel like the best way to introduce himself. Instead he smiles. "My name's Alfred! What's yours?"

[a_digital_witch]

Marisa's grin grows when he agreed without hesitation and headed over. Now... what was she going to say? Regardless, once he leaned against the wall, she hit save and then shut her laptop and set it on the wall next to her, keeping contact with it always.

"Hey Alfred," she replied. "I'm Marisa. Do you always call out the girls you catch looking at you?" The question was light and teasing as she shifted to cross her legs the other way, smoothing her skirt out.

[libertyfuckyeah]

To be honest, Alfred doesn't catch hordes of girls staring at him (as much as he would like it to be true). If the girls aren't directly speaking to him, they're usually ignoring him. But it's not like he can tell Marisa that.

"Uh, well, sometimes," he says. Blunders is more like it. Must try to save face. "I mean, if they're especially cute I do!"

SAFE.

...HOPEFULLY. God he hopes he doesn't look like a total goon at the moment.

[a_digital_witch]

Lucky for Alfred, Marisa wasn't the typical girl and she certainly wasn't what one would expect from a Japanese girl. She grinned a little as he tripped a bit over his words, but he made a good enough recovery.

"Mm. Flattery will get you everywhere, ze," she replied with a wink. "So how are you liking it here?" Because it was pretty obvious he was relatively new.

[libertyfuckyeah]

Alfred tries not to breathe an audible sigh of relief at that. He may not know much about Japanese girls or their culture (aside from the fact that they all wear really short skirts in anime) but he's assuming that this exchange may be going better than anticipated.

"Can tell I'm a newbie, huh? It's good! Definitely different from America though. What about you? Where are you from?"

Because hell if he can guess accents.

[a_digital_witch]

"Only a little," Marisa replied with a grin.

It made her wonder what part of America he was from. She'd only ever been to California to visit her mother's relatives... not that she ever really liked going but it was less because of it being America and more other things.

"I'm from Japan, ze. Tokyo. I've been here since the beginning of last school year and I'm still getting used to all this French stuff." Like finally deciding to try and learn the damn language.