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Who: Erk, Maka, and Subaru
What: A normal dinnertime conversation leads into something a little bit more.
When: The evening of the 23rd.
Where: Ari Apartments cafeteria.
Warnings: I am spamming the log community.
What a day it had been. Between Terra's surprise insistence on apologizing (and he still wasn't entirely sure what had happened there) and resurgent memories of Agrias, all he had really wanted was to curl up with a nice book and relax.
However, there were a few meddling things getting in the way of that. For one, there was the piece of magicite that Terra had loaned to him. He was finally starting to unravel its secrets, and that was enough to keep him from sitting still for far too long. The only irritating part about it was that it seemed to be more of an instinctual thing - Erk couldn't study his way to perfection on this one. Another was the issue of Colette. Apology or not, he was wondering what was expected of him now. Did an apology mean some overture of friendship? Acquaintance? Did it mean anything at all? He wasn't quite sure what to think about the situation or the person.
And yet most importantly, Erk was hungry; surprisingly, he acknowledged this. And so, lamentably without a book in hand, he went to get dinner at the cafeteria. He found himself a table that was mercifully unoccupied and sat down, mulling over some excess thoughts before he began eating.
What: A normal dinnertime conversation leads into something a little bit more.
When: The evening of the 23rd.
Where: Ari Apartments cafeteria.
Warnings: I am spamming the log community.
What a day it had been. Between Terra's surprise insistence on apologizing (and he still wasn't entirely sure what had happened there) and resurgent memories of Agrias, all he had really wanted was to curl up with a nice book and relax.
However, there were a few meddling things getting in the way of that. For one, there was the piece of magicite that Terra had loaned to him. He was finally starting to unravel its secrets, and that was enough to keep him from sitting still for far too long. The only irritating part about it was that it seemed to be more of an instinctual thing - Erk couldn't study his way to perfection on this one. Another was the issue of Colette. Apology or not, he was wondering what was expected of him now. Did an apology mean some overture of friendship? Acquaintance? Did it mean anything at all? He wasn't quite sure what to think about the situation or the person.
And yet most importantly, Erk was hungry; surprisingly, he acknowledged this. And so, lamentably without a book in hand, he went to get dinner at the cafeteria. He found himself a table that was mercifully unoccupied and sat down, mulling over some excess thoughts before he began eating.