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pixiethreads2015-12-05 08:51 pm
aestrix) wrote in pixiethreads2015-12-05 08:51 pm
Extra curricular
The next class in pre-jump Earth literature occurs.
Frank is early, actually. He sits at his desk with a large smile on his face, greeting students by name despite the slight hints of red around his eyes and the prominent box of tissues that have mysteriously appeared within easy reach.
It is probable that he cried, but hard to prove considering the evidence.
Frank is early, actually. He sits at his desk with a large smile on his face, greeting students by name despite the slight hints of red around his eyes and the prominent box of tissues that have mysteriously appeared within easy reach.
It is probable that he cried, but hard to prove considering the evidence.
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They get to where she was leading them! Apparently. Well. She stops them by holding up a finger.
"Bet he'll recognize you," says Sabine to Yvette. "So..."
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Off they go, to a nice-looking little food place that seems - pretty ordinary, actually. The cook is also the cashier, and he seems to be the only one on duty.
Sabine smiles a bit when she sees the cook, and then sidles up to him and begins small talking to him.
In a chirpy Betan accent.
She's being very charming about it, too. Not quite flirting, but somewhere in the vicinity of potential flirting. She compliments how his cooking looks and smells ("Can't know the most important part 'til I've tasted it, though," with just a hint of a wink.) and orders up various food items.
"Miles," she says, offhandedly. She just remembered that Miles is not her sister and she can't just order his favorite food for him. "No issue with the foods...?"
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"Okay then," she says. And then she goes back to almost-flirting.
She earns herself a discount through a mix of almost-flirting, friendly small-talk, and leaning on what looks to be the cook's affection for jump pilots.
Food is prepared and then put in a nice little plastic to-go box.
"Thank you very much," says Sabine, in a remarkably unlocal Barrayaran accent. "It was a pleasure talking to you."
The cook stares at her like she's grown a second head. His countenance changes from friendly almost-flirting to - not that. But it doesn't seem to be in him to attempt to hit her, he's too Betan, but he looks like if it were in him to react violently, he probably would. As is he's just sort of turning red and trying to scrunch up his face to look like a raisin.
Sabine smiles near-innocently, only a hint of vulpine at the edges.
When he opens his mouth to do what looks like swearing, but she interrupts him with, "Thanks for humoring my practice, accents are fun! Bye!"
And off she goes, expecting Miles and his tall muscular shadow to follow, blithely ignoring how the cook is clearly Offended.
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"Okay, good, because it'd be really hard to find someone else to quickly offend on such short notice. And the food would get cold."
Is that Yvette up ahead? It looks like it!
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"Have fun?" she asks, dry and amused.
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She plops onto a bench and starts disentangling food portions to hand out.
"I got extra food if your shadow's hungry and if I'm supposed to feed him, I don't know the regulations there," she says, handing Yvette her food portion.