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Within a school, despite the bad reputation for what is actually served there, cafeterias are a popular gathering place for almost all students, for Transmigration Nine however, this is not the case. In fact, this cafeteria had an even worse reputation for what was dispensed here and due the the fact the crew was not contained to a school and had

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[i_sell_drugs]

"What is that?" Howard parks himself across the table from Diana and gives the bird a look. "It looks like an animal you'd scrape off your shoe. I didn't know they made rats with beaks."

And after a pause. "And that's to say nothing of the bird."

[i_sell_drugs]

"You're welcome." Not really. 'Welcome' implies that Diana would be appreciated at any time and really, Howard only wants her around on a limited basis. But she's still a FAYZ kid. There isn't loyalty but there is some sense of understanding there. "I try not to make it a habit. People will start to think of me as cute and cuddly."

[keep_suriving]

Diana put the syringe into her pocket the scooped up the chick in one hand, where it settled down to nest in her cupped palm.

"What are you talking about? You're totally cute and cuddly." She gestured to him, smirking. "Just look at that constantly grumpy mug."

[i_sell_drugs]

"I'm not grumpy! It's not my fault that other people are way too peppy, you know." He starts on his slop. "At least I'm not all gloomy and drunk like certain people we know."

[keep_suriving]

Diana let out a small laugh that somehow managed to be musical and mocking. "Just because Orc would fall over even saying the words 'sobriety test', it doesn't make you the posterboy of 'happy', Howie."

[i_sell_drugs]

"I don't have to be the posterboy for happy. I'd rather stay the posterboy for smartass." He reclines against the table leisurely. "o how've you been, aside from the bird?"

[keep_suriving]

Diana winked at him. "Would it surprise you if I said I've been taking your advice?"

[i_sell_drugs]

He arches an eyebrow back. "Depends on which advice it is."

[keep_suriving]

She smirked and leaned back in her chair, stroking the soft skin of the sleeping baby chick with one slender finger absentmindedly. "I got a job."

[i_sell_drugs]

"Oh yeah? Doing what?"

[keep_suriving]

"Guess." She waggled her finger at him. "But keep it PG, there's an infant in the room."

[i_sell_drugs]

"Darn. I was about to say 'world's oldest profession'." He folds his hands and looks like he's thinking very hard. "Well, you're not smart enough for Engineering, and if you joined Medical Bay I'd have to kill myself, so I'm going to guess...Youth Services. Because it'd be unexpected."

[keep_suriving]

"Not smart enough? How rude. Now I'm tempted to become a nurse just so I can come bug you." She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. "And like you said, I'm not the 'mommy' type so that makes none out of three, not so good, Howie."

[i_sell_drugs]

"There's no way you could make it as a nurse. Field medic, maybe. Nothing else." He looks nonplussed. "I'm not here to play twenty questions. Spill."

[keep_suriving]

Diana put on her false pout, mainly just to irritate him. "Come on, it's probably the most typical and cliche job out there for teenagers."

Tossing her hair back, she answered. "A waitress. You can pull that adorable look of mocking amusement now." She teased, still smiling.

[i_sell_drugs]

"I thought the most cliche job was working at the movie theater." And yes, that is look of mocking amusement, but he can't speak to the adorableness of it. "Been caught stealing from the company yet?"