1st Hierophant

[pontificate_plz]

[Sup Balamb Garden. It's lunchtime, and Nanjou's chillin' in the cafeteria. He's sitting at a table currently by himself. Infront of him is a tray with one of the prized hot dogs on it, but Nanjou seems rather uninterested in it, and eating in general

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[kinetosisprone]

[ yuffie wouldn't be yuffie if she wasn't always lurking behind corners and taking the opportunity to always spy on others. and seeing a dude with a box in his hand, focused so intensely that he'd surely miss her presence? too easy. she's peering behind his shoulder staring down at the box when she finally speaks, apparently with no respect for personal space that is. ]

...gee, pops, are those ancient looking things really yours? They look like they've gone out of style when the dinosaurs roamed.

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[pontificate_plz]

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[pontificate_plz]

[Quickly regaining his composure, Nanjou turns to face yet another interruption, his fae the perfect picture of condescension.]

If you must know, they belonged to an old friend of mine. Not that it's any of your business.

[kinetosisprone]

[ she shrugs, backing up and putting her hands on her hips, a stubborn grin taking its place on her face. ]

Oh yeah? Well, smart guy, I say once it's out in the open it's fair game to be anyone's business. Better keep an eye out on your belongings or else they might...

[ she makes a snapping motion with one of her hands, smile growing all the while. ]

...disappear into the hands of a great, awesome ninja!

[ welp, in other words, if you had any spare change in your pockets then she made sure to carefully sneak them out while he was too busy looking at the pair of glasses. jingle jangle! ]

[willnotsubmit]

[Half a semester of being here, and Mitsuru still has yet to learn the fine, and apparently well hidden, etiquette of cafeteria dining. The hotdogs in particular are still an anomaly for her, and one that warrants close study when she has the time.

Which is what she's doing now; moving through the common area under the pretense of looking for a seat, and trying to do a quick study of the various ways to eat a 'Balamb Dog' while doing so.

She's doing a decent job of it too...Right up until she walks by a table with an unfamiliar face. (And another one of those hotdogs.) There's something that happens when her eyes flick over him, and an odd trill and sensation that she can just hear in the back of her head. It's just a slight itching feeling that settles between her eyes, and a sudden flash of...Something. It's not quite pain, but it isn't comfortable either. Regardless, it only lasts for a moment, and then she's left to look at this new person