w1 curfew: fóód court

[naeddre]

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[barriermaddened]

I hope you brought enough to share with the class, Mr. Turner.

[...Sora, just say you feel peckish, everyone is peckish right now]

[perfectdistance]

[ Tilts his bag towards her. ]

Do you want some?

[barriermaddened]

I certainly do. Thank you, Mr. Turner -- I'll compensate you in the morning.

[With snacks obtained from the Omegamart, probably. At least she will give something as thanks in the morning, both for this popcorn and for any more she might manage to pilfer later]

[perfectdistance]

Haha... Compensation?

[ All he did was get a snack. ]

[barriermaddened]

Give and take, of course. I'd rather not simply be taking without giving.

[A little too formal, but hey, it's what she's used to. You move in the high spheres of society, you get used to the whole quid pro quo thing]

[perfectdistance]

It's just a snack, but thanks?

[barriermaddened]

[Sora smiles, munching on some popcorn]

Do you think it makes me strange? That even after these two weeks, I'm still trying to be as formal towards all of you as humanly possible?

[It's not even that she's trying to stay distant, she has been willing to socialize and make overtures of more casual behavior, but absolutely nothing has changed her very formal quirks]

[perfectdistance]

Huh... I don't think it's that weird. If that's the kinda thing you're used to, it's hard to let it go.

[Case in point, Nero is simply not going to even attempt to be formal. He's just Some Guy.]