Third Night - Returned Letter

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

[Action-1]

[It's a normal Saturday. Since it's the weekend, Tatsuma is taking a longer shift at Ninja Noodle. It's quiet, what with the restaurant being so out of the way, but that might change if people choose to explore the edge of Prospero. The smell wafting out is certainly good, for what it's worth.]

[Later-2]

[Unfortunately, Tatsuma's good mood has completely crashed by later in the day. After a quick run to the post office, he can be found with his hood up as he makes his way back to the school dorms, a crumpled letter in hand.]

((OOC: Trying a multi-option post. Just go ahead and put 1 for Ninja Noodle antics or 2 if you are approaching him about the letter!))

Comments

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

You don't talk much, do you kid?

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

[He just shakes his head. Whether that's in reply or because he's actually about three to four years her senior is up to her to interpret.]

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

[If he's this shy, he's a kid! Obviously]

[She eats a bit more of her food. At least that's really good.]

I'm still trying to figure out why and how we're here. Got any theories?

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

Not really.

[Other than something to do with the shadowy creatures, but. Well.]

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

You're kinda boring, you know that?

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

--Boring?

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

You're slow, quiet, and apparently you don't think about things when you're apparently kidnapped and dragged to America. Assuming you really aren't from here, I mean. I've been trying to drag conversation out of you for like ten minutes and you're not giving me a thing. I guess that's what passes for good manners in Japan but to a lady from a European culture it's downright rude.

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

[O-ouch.]

...I'm sorry?

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

And then you start apologizing. Jeez. If all Japanese boys are like this, I should be grateful I got dragged here instead.

[In case you were wondering, there's not a way to win this.]

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's all Japanese men.

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

That's why I specified boys. My Kaji, for example, is a dashing man of action.

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

[He blinks and points at himself.]

Boy...?

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

Yes, you. And don't go on about how you're actually 20 or something, age and maturity are a state of mind, not body.

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

17...

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

See, you're three years older than me and you still act like a shy middle schooler.

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

It's that bad?

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

It's that bad.

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

Hmm...

[He ducks his head slightly. What to do to fix this...]

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

Okay, first thing you need to do? If you're waiting tables, pretend you're having fun. No one likes that gloomy look on the person serving them, and it doesn't fly well with friends or women either.

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

...? But I am having fun.

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

Then smile, dummkopf!

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

[A few blinks, and then a smile.]

Like this?

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

...That works.

[berry-paunch.livejournal.com]

So I just have to keep smiling?

[soulsborderline.livejournal.com]

No, moron, you have to learn to hold a conversation too, instead of just drifting off into silence when someone's talking to you. Respond with more than two syllables at a time.