Study Session
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"Oh, good evening, Autor-senpai," Mirai greets when she opens the door to her sparse room. "I'm sorry there's not much."
The plush bed sits unmade, the comforter piled on the end. A small stack of books and papers wait on the low table that serves as her desk next to a few canned juices. Living on the fund for minors provides the necessities but not much else. Still, Mirai can't complain.
"We'll pretty much have to work from the floor," she says, padding over there with stocking feet. "Ah, and please help yourself to something to drink."
The plush bed sits unmade, the comforter piled on the end. A small stack of books and papers wait on the low table that serves as her desk next to a few canned juices. Living on the fund for minors provides the necessities but not much else. Still, Mirai can't complain.
"We'll pretty much have to work from the floor," she says, padding over there with stocking feet. "Ah, and please help yourself to something to drink."
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29/11/14 06:40 (UTC)He picks up another paper, skims it, and sets it down.
"What is the name of your organization that hunts youmu? Also describe the hierarchy of each clan, and where you start in the chain."
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29/11/14 06:46 (UTC)That part she can answer with confidence, but the hierarchy... How does that go again? She rattles off what she can remember, tossing in that it's usually by age and birth order for good measure.
She probably got some of it switched around.
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29/11/14 06:48 (UTC)The boy adjusts his glasses. "But you've done well until now. Who do you contact when you move into a new territory?"
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29/11/14 06:51 (UTC)"That...the clan of that territory has a representative, right? They handle this sort of thing?"
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29/11/14 06:53 (UTC)He opens his can of peach juice and gulps some down to wet his throat while he reads two more papers. "Thanks for the juice. What are the Cleaners, and how soon should you notify them?"
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29/11/14 06:59 (UTC)He smiles apologetically for the diversion, and asks another question. "
What's the difference between an Intelligence Officer and an Interrogation Officer?"
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29/11/14 07:01 (UTC)(no subject)
29/11/14 07:02 (UTC)Autor continues quizzing her in this manner, skimming the papers and absorbing her answers. He's proud of her for knowing her stuff.
He ends with a last question, one that has been bugging him for a while since it was only briefly mentioned and not well defined. "What is the Calm?"
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29/11/14 07:04 (UTC)(no subject)
29/11/14 07:05 (UTC)"Well, you've done it. You've answered all of my questions, and did quite well, in fact," Autor says, smiling a little. "Are you hungry?"
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29/11/14 07:14 (UTC)Mira nods at his next question. "Oh, should we head downstairs for dinner?"
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29/11/14 07:21 (UTC)Autor pulls his sylladex out of his pocket. "Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on all, or all away,*" he says to his journal, and out pops his food bag.
The boy rummages around for a while, and then pulls out two large bowls with lids, which he pops off to reveal the homemade udon noodles with tofu and baby spinach, garnished with grated ginger. Steam rises from the food, and scallions and red pepper flakes float in the dark brown miso broth. He sets the bowls on the table, and holds two pairs of chopsticks in his other hand.
*Shakespeare, Sonnet 75
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29/11/14 07:26 (UTC)(no subject)
29/11/14 07:28 (UTC)"Yes," he says shyly, ducking. "I hope it suits. I wasn't sure what to top it with, so I asked Bar."
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29/11/14 07:35 (UTC)(no subject)
29/11/14 07:37 (UTC)He sips his remaining peach juice, wondering if she'll approve of his efforts. His very friendly efforts. His not crush-like at all efforts. Friends can make each other dinner and eat it in their rooms together. Sure.
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29/11/14 07:39 (UTC)"I like it," she tells him.
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29/11/14 07:41 (UTC)He sips his broth, and licks his lips, surprised. Autor considered using the milder shiromiso, but he's glad he sprung for the dark, rich awasemiso. The salty, earthy taste is something he's never experienced before, and he absolutely plans to make more recipes with it--especially since Miss Kuriyama seems to approve.
"Do you often have miso, then? I'd never heard of it before this. Or tofu. Or udon."
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29/11/14 07:46 (UTC)The last part spilled out of her mouth almost against her will, and she watches Autor for his reaction.
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29/11/14 07:50 (UTC)"Oh, that makes sense," the boy says. "By the way, I brought a third bowl of udon if you finish the first one--and, well, if you liked it enough to finish the first one and want a second."
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29/11/14 07:51 (UTC)"How much udon did you make, Autor-senpai?"
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29/11/14 07:53 (UTC)Friends make each other dessert, right?
"How are your practice sessions with Tahno-san coming along?"
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