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Kahk kahk! And it's gonna stay that way!
What?! I'm not going to eat in your bathroom! I have dignity!
Enough not to go into your apartment and be forced to eat in your bathroom!
Edited 2015-08-04 10:08 (UTC)
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...You don't have a roommate, do you?
...You don't have a roommate, do you?
[WILL THEY DELIVER THINGS TO THE PRISON?
Who knows. Either they do, or this will just be waiting for Nonon whenever she gets out... Since Sanji doesn't know that's where she's spending her Valentine's Day lol.
In any case, he sends her something. ...Despite everything she said about not wanting or needing anything from a guy.
Sanji can't help himself.
It's just a small box of handmade chocolates, though. He's deliberately made sure it's nothing too fancy (at least, not fancy beyond his normal levels of ridiculous).
There's a note attached, as well:]
To enjoy with your girlfriend.
Hope she gets out soon, and that you manage to have a good day even if she's not by your side!
- Sanji
Who knows. Either they do, or this will just be waiting for Nonon whenever she gets out... Since Sanji doesn't know that's where she's spending her Valentine's Day lol.
In any case, he sends her something. ...Despite everything she said about not wanting or needing anything from a guy.
Sanji can't help himself.
It's just a small box of handmade chocolates, though. He's deliberately made sure it's nothing too fancy (at least, not fancy beyond his normal levels of ridiculous).
There's a note attached, as well:]
To enjoy with your girlfriend.
Hope she gets out soon, and that you manage to have a good day even if she's not by your side!
- Sanji
At least the night air isn't so cold tonight, and Nonon doesn't need to bundle up much.
Do I look like the kind of person who could deal with an obnoxious roommate? [ Or more accurately, does she seem like the kind of person anyone else could live with? ]
Do I look like the kind of person who could deal with an obnoxious roommate? [ Or more accurately, does she seem like the kind of person anyone else could live with? ]
I dunno. Maybe.
[she was the one dating Ryuko after all]
If it was just the two of us then I'll do it...
...just don't make this weird.
[she was the one dating Ryuko after all]
If it was just the two of us then I'll do it...
...just don't make this weird.
[ ..That's true. If they moved in together too it would likely be a mess. But that's about the only person she could be okay with. ]
You're trying to tell me that?!
[ Nonon turns back to angrily stare at the other girl. She had no thoughts like that!! But soon enough they are in Nonon's apartment building, heading up the elevator. ]
You're trying to tell me that?!
[ Nonon turns back to angrily stare at the other girl. She had no thoughts like that!! But soon enough they are in Nonon's apartment building, heading up the elevator. ]
--Yes, I am! If you're going to spend the meal staring at me and commenting on my face, I'll go home!
[maybe she should scamper off while there was still time... but she followed Nonon up to the elevator]
...is this elevator safe? What floor do you live on? Kahk kahk kahk...
[maybe she should scamper off while there was still time... but she followed Nonon up to the elevator]
...is this elevator safe? What floor do you live on? Kahk kahk kahk...
Do you even know how to eat with another person?
[ She might look at the other girl's face, but it probably won't be staring. She only stares at Ryuko, and honestly most of that is just sneering at each other in lieu of arguing. ]
It's an elevator, like every other elevator in the world. And I live on the sixth floor. [ Which happens to be where they are, with the elevator dinging and opening to a relatively simple hallway. And then it's Nonon's door where she swipes a key and it opens automatically. Inside it's reasonably cool, given her temperature settings, with pinks and pastels and music supplies and stuffed animals because obviously this is Nonon's place. ]
[ She might look at the other girl's face, but it probably won't be staring. She only stares at Ryuko, and honestly most of that is just sneering at each other in lieu of arguing. ]
It's an elevator, like every other elevator in the world. And I live on the sixth floor. [ Which happens to be where they are, with the elevator dinging and opening to a relatively simple hallway. And then it's Nonon's door where she swipes a key and it opens automatically. Inside it's reasonably cool, given her temperature settings, with pinks and pastels and music supplies and stuffed animals because obviously this is Nonon's place. ]
[she almost balks at getting in the elevator, but decides six flights of stairs is probably enough to be inconvenient]
... nice place. Kahk kahk kahk.
[not sarcasm, just... awkwardness]
... nice place. Kahk kahk kahk.
[not sarcasm, just... awkwardness]
I've only had a few months to decorate, obviously.
[ ...Obviously?
She takes her bag through the living room to the kitchen, dropping it on the table to grab two glasses and filling them up with water, figuring that even a cardboard girl drinks water. ]
But it's getting there.
[ ...Obviously?
She takes her bag through the living room to the kitchen, dropping it on the table to grab two glasses and filling them up with water, figuring that even a cardboard girl drinks water. ]
But it's getting there.
Has it been that long...?
[no objections from Scuttlebutt]
[no objections from Scuttlebutt]
I don't know. I refuse to keep count.
[ Because that would be a count of the days since she last saw Satsuki and that would be too painful. But two or three months since she's been here sounds right.
Nonon places the glasses on the table and sits, opening her salad, only slightly interested in seeing just what the other girl will decide to do. ]
So, any more complaints for the newspaper?
[ Because that would be a count of the days since she last saw Satsuki and that would be too painful. But two or three months since she's been here sounds right.
Nonon places the glasses on the table and sits, opening her salad, only slightly interested in seeing just what the other girl will decide to do. ]
So, any more complaints for the newspaper?
Kahk kahk kahk. Complaints?! We haven't had any complaints! Ever!
[she'd... set her food out for herself at her place, slowly]
[she'd... set her food out for herself at her place, slowly]
[just stares at her for a second. GAWD NONON, HOW GAUCHE]
[she'll finally find a clean corner and... shrug off her box, folding it flat]
...
[then she'd slowly back toward the table]
[she'll finally find a clean corner and... shrug off her box, folding it flat]
...
[then she'd slowly back toward the table]
[Nonon's comment barely registered to her because she was too nervous to be insulted]
Huh? R-right... I told you why.
[she reached for the food she bought, to set it out cleanly with good manners...]
...
[then it occurred to her Nonon might be using something to record Scuttlebutt sitting there with her!! "BOX-GIRL UNMASKED" the headline might say!]
[she made a few hurried glances around the room, looking for possible hidden camera placements]
Huh? R-right... I told you why.
[she reached for the food she bought, to set it out cleanly with good manners...]
...
[then it occurred to her Nonon might be using something to record Scuttlebutt sitting there with her!! "BOX-GIRL UNMASKED" the headline might say!]
[she made a few hurried glances around the room, looking for possible hidden camera placements]
[ Nonon's not staring at her though, she has little reason to. She's seen the other girl's face before, so it's only a short short looks between bites, holding her fork between her fingers when she talks, bouncing it purposefully. ]
What the hell are you doing now?
What the hell are you doing now?
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