Fourth Heart [Action - Cafeteria]

[feedmyglitch]

[If there's one thing that confuses the Heartless, it's how humans behave. If it's another? It's school. He'd received all of his knowledge through data absorption thus far in his life, so the sudden need for manual learning is a confusing thing, especially with classes involved. And homework? Forget about it. He hadn't done it before. He has no idea what he's supposed to do. So for the moment, he's at lunch, sitting in the cafeteria, absorbing the vitriol whispered between students while he attempts to figure out just what the hell he's doing.]

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[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[You know have a strange, yellow eyed, gray skinned, black haired, huge horned creature sitting down with you in the cafeteria. He eyes you up and down, wondering... what the fuck you are exactly. Seriously, you have strange human and troll like attributes, and well, Tavros isn't one to shy away and try to figure things out quietly. He grabs a pretzel stick from his tray and raises an eyebrow, chewing and swallowing before he starts to speak.]

So. What the bloody fuck is yer deal my nochy hued friend?

[feedmyglitch]

[This actually does not bother Sora. There are far stranger Heartless in existence that the strange boy sitting across from him, and thousands of worlds that might house others like him. So he'll just flip a page in one of his books and blinks.]

I'm afraid I don't understand your inquiry.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Are you a human? Troll? Some otha' alien of some sort? Come on, trying to figure shit out here, roll with my punches.

[feedmyglitch]

None of those. I am a humaoid species known as Heartless, as humans seem to call us for some strange reason. Even though we most definitely contain hearts.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...Right, soooo... Human then. Earth human? Er, humanoid er whatever shit ya called it?

[He picks up another pretzel stick and bites it, a crack sounding off as he bites the chunk off.]

[feedmyglitch]

No. Heartless.

[He'll pause and think for a moment.]

...I suppose I need to learn to talk with others better.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[You'll never really know how to speak to Tavros 'Better'. There is not wrong or right.]

Sheesh, I can understand ya so you're fine. Heartless, right, got ya. Got a name er someshit? Or do I just call ya Heartless like ya do with Fidusspawn breeds?

[feedmyglitch]

...Sora.

[Only half a lie, and an easy one. He has no name. But Sora is the name of the Whole, so it is also his name. A confusing thing.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Sora, right. Well can't say it's been a pleasure, hasn't been long enough for that, heh heh. But with a gorgeous complexion like that and a mysterious attitude, I'd say we can finagle a friendship here. [He grins, leaning over the table a little bit.]

Call me Tav. So what classes ya takin'?

[feedmyglitch]

I am in Garden Code, cadet basic and field training, military movement, introductory weapons training, tactics, statistics, psychology, anatomy, swimming and photography.

[Friendship? What is friendship? It is a strange concept to the Heartless, but he's definitely curious.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Oooh, weapons training and psychology, I got into those as well as the basic cadet shit. We should totally hang during class and be partners and shit, when necessary.

[Sokay, trolls think it's a disease anyways.]

[feedmyglitch]

Is it necessary?

[Sora's definitely unsure now. He's always had to rely on himself.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...Yes. [Dead pan stare.]

[feedmyglitch]

I hadn't realized this. Cooperation is usually frowned upon amongst my kind.

[This is a dilemma. :| So long as no other Heartless find out, he should be okay.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...Right. Sometimes you gotta fight the current, kid. You'll get nothing of you keep letting the ocean choose your paths. [Slight eye roll.]

[redcinemareel]

[Sits right next to him]

Continuing your search?

[feedmyglitch]

No. This time, I'm trying to figure out what this "homework" thing is.

[He'll poke at the pages of his psych textbook.]

[redcinemareel]

[...huh?!]

Um...Sora, sweetie, it's not so different from your special project. [Looking up information about hearts is about the same as homework. Except not voluntary.]

[feedmyglitch]

It isn't?

[This is what happens when someone's never been to school ever.]

[redcinemareel]

Nope! You're quite good at research, you'll have no problem with homework.

[feedmyglitch]

I suppose I won't.

[At least now he feels better about it.]

[timeresets.livejournal.com]

_{[Oh, she recognizes him. Homura sort of cautiously approaches his table.]}

U-um... Sora, right?

[feedmyglitch]

[He'll give a sort-of smile and wave. That is the greeting humans use, correct?]

Correct. I am Sora. It is good to see you again, Homura.

[timeresets.livejournal.com]

I-It's good to see you, too, Sora-san! Um... is it okay if I sit here...?

[feedmyglitch]

I don't see why you couldn't.

[And he'll flip a page in his book now.]

[timeresets.livejournal.com]

Okay... t-thank you, then... _{[Taking a seat the the table herp derp]}

[feedmyglitch]

You're welcome.

[And back to flipping through his psych stuff.]