( sayaka had slept in this morning. not a lot, not, you know, dangerously, but she'd been up late because she's starting to forget what sleeping on time is, and her mother had apparently peeked in and decided to do sayaka a favour, making her lunch for her to give her a few extra minutes of rest.
and she's grateful, really, she is, but sayaka has been making her own lunches since she was twelve (it's the principle, you know?), and anyway, her mom isn't a bad cook but they have pretty different tastes in food. she's hungry, so she eats the egg salad anyway, putting the crusts down to the side to be discarded later.
(she hates eating alone.) where is everyone today? she likes the days they all eat together the best — of course, that can't happen all the time, but since hitomi and kyosuke have started dating, she can't fall back on them, and the others have things too…
she grits her teeth and opens her can of orange juice with determination, throwing that train of thought balled up into a corner. with probably more flourish than is needed, she takes a long drink. )
[ As soon as Sayaka's eyes are closed, focused intently on her drink, a pair of hands clasp her shoulders from behind, push down like someone is trying to lift themselves up, leaning over her to make her teeter between falling back or falling forward from where she sits.
Who else would it be? Kyoko expects to see everyone else make their appearances, too, hasn't heard of any special lunch dates happening, decides to use Sayaka as leverage to catch sight of them. There's no one in the distance. Her feet hit the ground again and she sighs, like that whole thing was a disappointment. ]
Hey, this isn't some new loner persona, is it? [ Of all people to be concerned about that. ] You're really eating by yourself?
( she makes a sound, half eep and half yah!, very nearly spilling her drink all over herself as she's shoved forward. she scrambles not to drop it, pushing herself back up and elbowing wildly at the space behind her, hoping to catch kyoko in the gut. )
I could ask you the same question! ( she retorts, all worries forgotten as she sits back up, carefully slamming her can of juice down beside her. ) You're late! Lunch started ten minutes ago!
[ An elbow eventually lands against her side and she makes an unnecessarily indignant noise. It doesn't hurt, obviously, but Sayaka has to know what she's done. With all the maturity she can muster, she doesn't start up some fight, just gives another shove and takes a snack out of her pocket. It's some chocolate mess that's terrible for lunch and normal for her. ]
Obviously, 'cause I was looking for you. You're always running off like some kid. [ And Kyoko will usually chase after, but her treat was more important this time.
She moves to sit in the spot next to Sayaka, the one that's taken up by her leftovers, and frowns at them like they're some offense. ] What's this, seconds?
( who is calling who a kid, now? she's all ready to be very indignant at that — it's amazing how much ones maturity increases when you have someone like kyoko around to be better than — but is momentarily distracted by kyoko sitting down and eyeing her sandwich crusts.
even though she honestly has no desire or plan to eat them, she knows how kyoko is about food (weird. that's how she is.), so she sighs inwardly and straightens her back. ) That's right. I was thirsty. They're not going to waste!
[ She nods, of course, why would Sayaka waste perfectly good food? They're apparently pretty appetizing, too, because she lifts a piece of crust to stuff in her mouth, then motions for Sayaka to take the rest. ]
What kinda person saves the crusts for after? [ Not that she's complaining. ]
( what kind of person eats them at all? but it's too late to back off now, so she picks one up and nibbles at it daintily without much appetite. suddenly, she sighs. ) Seriously! Where is everyone!
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and she's grateful, really, she is, but sayaka has been making her own lunches since she was twelve (it's the principle, you know?), and anyway, her mom isn't a bad cook but they have pretty different tastes in food. she's hungry, so she eats the egg salad anyway, putting the crusts down to the side to be discarded later.
(she hates eating alone.) where is everyone today? she likes the days they all eat together the best — of course, that can't happen all the time, but since hitomi and kyosuke have started dating, she can't fall back on them, and the others have things too…
she grits her teeth and opens her can of orange juice with determination, throwing that train of thought balled up into a corner. with probably more flourish than is needed, she takes a long drink. )
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Who else would it be? Kyoko expects to see everyone else make their appearances, too, hasn't heard of any special lunch dates happening, decides to use Sayaka as leverage to catch sight of them. There's no one in the distance. Her feet hit the ground again and she sighs, like that whole thing was a disappointment. ]
Hey, this isn't some new loner persona, is it? [ Of all people to be concerned about that. ] You're really eating by yourself?
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I could ask you the same question! ( she retorts, all worries forgotten as she sits back up, carefully slamming her can of juice down beside her. ) You're late! Lunch started ten minutes ago!
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Obviously, 'cause I was looking for you. You're always running off like some kid. [ And Kyoko will usually chase after, but her treat was more important this time.
She moves to sit in the spot next to Sayaka, the one that's taken up by her leftovers, and frowns at them like they're some offense. ] What's this, seconds?
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even though she honestly has no desire or plan to eat them, she knows how kyoko is about food (weird. that's how she is.), so she sighs inwardly and straightens her back. ) That's right. I was thirsty. They're not going to waste!
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What kinda person saves the crusts for after? [ Not that she's complaining. ]
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