She never slows down; she doesn't know why --
Who: bookwormmeister & YOU
What: JUST CHILLIN' AT THE FOOD COURT
When: Now
Where: FOOD COURT!
Warnings: Nothing rly i believe.
[Red, Blue, or Orange?]
[Red, Blue, or Orange?]
[Every time she stops by the Smoothie shop, this always seems like a dilemma. She likes all the flavors, to be quite honest. It's pretty hard for her to even choose which is her favorite. If there's one thing she missed while she was gone, would be the smoothies that Thor has offer. There's no other place like it nor she thinks will ever be.]
[The owner smiles down at her; use to Maka standing there in silence pondering which to take. The Meister is their best customer the owner once said and unlike any other aliens, the owner has no ill-blood towards refugees(and that's a blessing). Her eyes lock towards the orange flavor. Isn't his favorite color orange? Or was it...red? -- No, no. She's pretty sure it's orange.]
[So, she finally orders the drink, hands the owner the money, and wanders off with the drink in one hand and a notebook in another. Maka sits at her usual table, flipping through her notebook until she finds a blank sheet. She tugs the pencil off her right ear and begins to focus at the paper before her.]
[In her sense, she feels that she's been delaying her duties as a Meister; as a team leader. Noah is on the ship - he has been for a month or so now and they still haven't done anything about it! Strategy. She needs to come up with a strategy. Her teammates are counting on her, and she can't just wing this. Not in this kind of situation. Uuughhh, c'mon! Why won't you make words!?]
[Maka stares harder at her paper(thinking maybe if she glares at it hard enough, they'll appear), tapping her pencil against the table. Think, Maka. Think, Think, Think....]
What: JUST CHILLIN' AT THE FOOD COURT
When: Now
Where: FOOD COURT!
Warnings: Nothing rly i believe.
[Red, Blue, or Orange?]
[Red, Blue, or Orange?]
[Every time she stops by the Smoothie shop, this always seems like a dilemma. She likes all the flavors, to be quite honest. It's pretty hard for her to even choose which is her favorite. If there's one thing she missed while she was gone, would be the smoothies that Thor has offer. There's no other place like it nor she thinks will ever be.]
[The owner smiles down at her; use to Maka standing there in silence pondering which to take. The Meister is their best customer the owner once said and unlike any other aliens, the owner has no ill-blood towards refugees(and that's a blessing). Her eyes lock towards the orange flavor. Isn't his favorite color orange? Or was it...red? -- No, no. She's pretty sure it's orange.]
[So, she finally orders the drink, hands the owner the money, and wanders off with the drink in one hand and a notebook in another. Maka sits at her usual table, flipping through her notebook until she finds a blank sheet. She tugs the pencil off her right ear and begins to focus at the paper before her.]
[In her sense, she feels that she's been delaying her duties as a Meister; as a team leader. Noah is on the ship - he has been for a month or so now and they still haven't done anything about it! Strategy. She needs to come up with a strategy. Her teammates are counting on her, and she can't just wing this. Not in this kind of situation. Uuughhh, c'mon! Why won't you make words!?]
[Maka stares harder at her paper(thinking maybe if she glares at it hard enough, they'll appear), tapping her pencil against the table. Think, Maka. Think, Think, Think....]