witchesreign | (first miracle) cafeteria; lunchtime

[Mikuru, unlike most newcomers, has absolutely no problem with the hows and whys of being in another world and being enrolled as a student in some random school. If anything, she's worried about how her charge back home is going to fare without her.

[But really, her most pressing issue right now is the cold. Mikuru had been on her way home from a battle, and thus is wearing a short, thin battle waitress costume. Trabia is not only cold but also too sparsely populated for her to go and buy new clothes on her new sponsor's dime.

[And so we find Mikuru in the cafeteria, course catalog and acceptance letter tucked into her corset, holding her twin pistols hidden beneath her apron. When she gets her tray of soup and a sammich, she shifts her pistols into one hand and attempts to carry the tray one-handedly.

[This being Mikuru, this cannot ever and does not end well. Behold: Flying soup. She lunges forth to catch the bowl, one hand still trying to hide her pistols even as her apron flies up.]

No--!

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[See the emblem on the back of Snow's coat? The shiny, awesome (antimatter) emblem? It's totally dripping with soup, now. And the extremely large man turns to look, curiously, at what just hit him]

[The bowl hits the ground and breaks. Mikuru's lunge turns into a fall, and she looks up from the ground at this soup splattered man morosely.]

Sorry! I-- I'll wash your coat for you-- I'm so sorry!

[Mikuru scrambles to her feet to find some napkins until she can actually go and wash it.]

Whoa! Are you okay? [Snow starts to kneel to offer her a hand up, but she manages to beat him to it -- since she's scrambling, while he's moving more deliberately. Gotta, when your his size]

Don't worry about the coat. You wouldn't believe how tough this thing is, it's okay. You're not hurt though, are you?

[Minato sees the flying soup bowl soaring his way, and instinctively takes a nearby empty tray to shield himself from it, as its contents splash onto it.

Too bad he didn't notice the bowl's pursuer lunging at it.]

[Catches the bowl of soup in one hand as best he can. Flying food isn't always unusual in his crew.]

Now, I'm sure you didn't want to waste good food like that in a food fight, eh?

[Seifer's walking towards her, looking for some food. Needless to say, he wasn't expecting a free bowl of soup aiming for him. He takes two steps back right as the bowl decides to land just shortly in front of him, spilling all over the place and of course, right over this boots of his.

Seifer is not pleased and proceeds to glaring at Mikuru.]

How much more incompetent can these cadets get?

Yes, I'm fine--

[And now Mikuru, armed with napkins, tries to dab at the soup on his coat with a napkin, but got so many that she drops half of them on the floor.]

[Crash? If not, Mikuru's going to land on the floor.]

[Mikuru's eyes widen as she barely manages to stop herself from falling over. That was a good catch, kind sir.]

I didn't mean to start a food fight!

[Mikuru manages to halt her lunge before she falls, but only when she's right up in Seifer's personal space. Not good not good not good! She backs right up, aiming for the nearest napkin dispenser so she can wipe Seifer's boots off.]

I'm really sorry! It's my first day here...

[And now she will go into her cadetship forever thinking she is incompetent.]

[Steadies the soup and hands it back best he can, though a little is slopped on the floor naturally.]

Just a bit careless, eh?

[Quiet, but corrective:] Clumsy.

[That, and trying to hold a heavyish tray with one hand while trying to hide something under your apron with your other hand is a bad idea, but Mikuru takes smaller steps towards a table this time in an effort to balance this out.]

[Oh, very much a crash. Maybe even a topple, depending on how fast Mikuru is going.]

[Not overly quickly, but hard enough to mock that tray out of Minato's hands. As soon as Mikuru realizes she's practically in a stranger's arms, she backs up fast.]

I'm sorry!

Allow me then? [Politely offers out a hand to help with the trays.]

[At least the tray won't be hitting or drenching anyone.]

Ah, it's okay, no harm done.

You can have my soup if you like - I haven't touched it yet.

[Mikuru looks to the windows for a moment, weighing being a temporary burden to him versus possibly making a bigger mess. Letting him help wins out, and she gratefully passes him the soup and sammich tray (it's a miracle the sammich stayed on, though it did slide to a corner).]

No, thank you, it's yours--

[And Mikuru sets to one-handedly trying to clean up that poor broken soup bowl, the sammich that also fell when she lost control of her tray, and the two trays ~~what do you mean this place has janitorial staff~~, too embarrassed to meet Minato's eyes.]

[Minato kneels down next to her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.]

Look. It's okay. Let me help you with that.

[He picks up the two trays, placing them close to the broken soup bowl so that she can put it there.]

My name's Minato Arisato. What's yours?

[Helps along and takes it to her table.]

You might need to work on that. Or stick to healing I suppose.

[Right next to her, Minato might notice the gun-shaped lump beneath her apron. Mikuru isn't thinking about this, though, and just focuses on putting the pieces of the bowl on the trays.]

I'm Mikuru Asahina... [When her magical girl costume is the only outfit she has, she's not about to bother with the magical girl name.] I just got here today.

Easy there. [Snow grew up clumsy. He understands. But sensing that she won't be satisfied till she's done something to help the coat, he shrugs out of it, then lays it across a table.]

It'll be fine. [He taps it with a fist, smiling] This thing's been through more than most people in the Garden.

I definitely mean to... Work on my clumsiness, I mean. I do want to get into healing, though... Is it hard?

[Mikuru pulls out a chair for herself, but, wondering if inviting this nice guy to sit with her would be the polite thing to do or just a pain, doesn't actually sit down yet.]

[With a bit of effort, Mikuru successfully gets most of the soup that hasn't already soaked in out of the fabric, and then proceeds to alternately picking up her dropped napkins or using them to mop up the soup that missed the coat or dripped off it onto the floor. Still one-handedly, still trying to hide her pistols beneath her apron: Mikuru had glanced at the Garden Code, but was kind of confused by rule i.]

What has it been through...?

Oh, probably the worst it had it was when it got shot full of holes when I used it to draw the fire of an army.

[He points out the emblem on the back] This coat is made with the best AMP technology. I'll probably die before it does.

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hi, you are my hero for getting splattered by hot soup

Dignity thy name is not Snow

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sorry for delay; busy weekend

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Pfft. Cataclysm. I barely notice. :)

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