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[hurricanechef]

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[schmisse]

Yeah, that's true.

[ these kind of jokes were her thing! it actually makes her miss yang a lot now. ]

The jokes I heard back home weren't like this. They were always jokes about how rich people were, blah blah blah. It was so stupid.

[hurricanechef]

Those are the worst. As if making fun of someone for something they can't help is something funny.

[schmisse]

They tend to bring the less fortunate down, too.

[ their food and tea arrive! ]

It... really sucked being there.

[hurricanechef]

[ Atsushi bows his head a little and gives the person a smile as they hand over their things. ]

Being th-- back home?

[schmisse]

Yeah.

[ hm... that was vague. maybe she should explain further. ]

I'm from a kingdom called Atlas, but I went to the kingdom of Vale to study at Beacon Academy, a combat school. Some bad things happened like Grimm attacking the town, and there were a lot of casualties. And... nobody really knows what happened to the headmaster. But Beacon closed down because of it.

My father took me back to Atlas. I was on the plane home when I was first brought here. And when I went back, I was in our mansion and... well, I was there for a year. I attended parties, met a lot of businessmen and women. . . [ and hesitantly: ] Heiress business.

[hurricanechef]

Yeah, those parties can kind of be a real... well snorefest, don't you think?

[ He gives her a small smile and sips the tea a little. ]

And for someone like you, strong, smart, and well the type to want to help and take charge, they can definitely be more like a cage...

[schmisse]

I've been in a cage my entire life. My father's— [ she was stirring her tea as she mixed some milk with it, but ends up clanking her spoon on the cup in frustration. she hasn't even noticed it yet, but her tea is getting colder faster than it should. ]

Sorry. I'll stop. This isn't right.

[hurricanechef]

I-it's okay. If you don't want to share I'm not going to guilt it out of you or anything. Just know I'm on your side no matter what.

[schmisse]

Thank you.

[ she takes a sip of her tea. ]

Honestly, I didn't want to leave my room today, but... I had to.

[hurricanechef]

Why is that? I-I mean having to that is. Everyone needs time to their self.

[schmisse]

Well, you were upset, right?

I used to not care about what other people thought of me, but... these things matter now. [ she looks away as she shrugs her shoulders. ] I'm getting soft.

[hurricanechef]

Y-you were...

[ Worried about me? is what he wants to ask but saying it out loud is so embarrassing. ]

I-I don't think it makes you soft. I think it just means you're opening up a little more.

[schmisse]

[ yeah, good choice. because she is going to yell at him if he asked. ]

It's. Really weird.

[hurricanechef]

Maybe now, but when it happens more and more, soon you won't even give it a second thought.

[schmisse]

I kind of like not talking.

[hurricanechef]

[ Oops. His face turns bright red and he nervously glances off to the side. ]

[schmisse]

Hey! What's that look for?

[hurricanechef]

O-oh um. I thought that was a hint. That I was talking too much?

[schmisse]

Atsushi, I'd tell you if you were.

You're fine. [ how many times has she said this today!!! ]

[hurricanechef]

[ About a billion and one? ]

Ahah... sorry. I guess I need to relax a little.

[schmisse]

Seriously!

Or, I don't know. Relax a lot.

[hurricanechef]

[ That gets him to laugh. ]

Okay okay I get it, I promise.

[schmisse]

[ her eyes narrow. ]

I take promises very seriously.

[hurricanechef]

U-understood!

[schmisse]

Can I ask you something?

[ even though she said she wasn't going to ask...]

What was up with those matching uniforms?