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[If anyone comes into the infirmary today, they'll find Touma refamiliarizing himself with where everything is (some of it has changed since he was out on a mission), and organizing medical files (there's a growing pile of files for people who are no longer here, according to the latest list from admin).]

[At lunchtime, he hits the cafeteria, surveying the food with some slight distaste. Ah, cafeteria food, he has not missed you. As he loads up his tray with more food than it looks like he'd really eat, he has a device in his hand, which he occasionally talks to:]

What do you want in your wrap?

Do they still have that dressing I like?

[... Yeah, that thing just talked back.]

[Later on, when he gets some downtime from the infirmary that coincides with classes being out, Touma heads for the boxing and martial arts classrooms. He puts on a pair of boxing gloves and starts punching a heavy bag, a little rusty to start with but soon with the fluidity of several years' practice.]

(OOC: Despite the fourteen-year-old icons, Touma is twenty in this game!)

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[Tom'd been buried with data sets, but the minute he hears Touma walk in, he can't help setting aside his paperwork.]

Touma! Hey!

[... Okay so maybe Tom'd been looking for any excuse to not finish, but he'll take what he can get.]

Tom. [He flashes his former roommate a smile.] It's good to see that you're still here. [Of course he'd seen his name on the list he'd been working off, but it's nice to confirm Tom's presence in person.

[And then he catches sight of the paperwork, and his smile becomes more amused.] Though I do hope I wasn't interrupting. [LOL JK, Touma'd seen him put off homework too many times to be serious about this.]

Yep, still as good as I can ever be. [He shakes his head, getting up and heading towards the punching bag now. Tom forgets his gloves a lot of the time, but that's nothing new either.]

You finally took on the apprentice job you'd been talking about? Or are you a teacher now too?

[Remembering this, Touma picks up a spare pair of gloves and tosses them to him.]

The apprentice job. Getting back to general practice after so many years in research is... interesting. [Genuinely so. Because he has to deal with people now, and not just microscopes in the lab.]

[Tom catches them effortlessly. As he puts them on, he can't help that smile. Touma really hasn't changed a bit!]

You'll get the hang of it soon enough. Give it what, a couple of weeks?

One. [From anyone else this would be overconfidence. From Touma, it sounds like a statement of fact.]

Okay, one week. Then I guess I'll be sure to ask for you when I land in the infirmary next.

[It's always when, and never an if, when Tom's a werecat who never ever Junctions.]

[Upside of having a teenage doctor for a roommate: Touma probably first aided him a million times when they were Cadets.]

I should know better than to ask if you've been staying out of trouble, but I'll bite.

[Terra is just in the another side of the room watching.]

I see your practicing....

[Touma glances up; he'd been so focused that he hadn't noticed the young girl there.]

My apologies. I wasn't aware this room was taken.

It's not I'm just here for the time being. Your a new student?

[He shakes his head. Ugh, he hasn't gotten that question since he was a kid.] A newly returned SeeD. I just started my apprenticeship with Dr. Kadowaki to be Garden's doctor and psychiatrist. [He crosses the room to her, offering a hand.] The name's Touma H. Norstein.

[Neku passes the man as he approaches the lunch line, which sucks just as much as it has anywhere else. There's nothing unusual about people he doesn't recognize suddenly appearing in Garden, but he's got a lot of food on his plate and apparently has his cell phone out.]

...Jeez. Throwing a party?

[Touma chuckles. Looking down at his tray, he can certainly see how he could give that impression.] No, I'm simply getting food for a friend as well as myself.

[On the same tray? Weird way to do it. But whatever, he's not here to criticize people if they're going green or whatever.] Huh. [His eyes move to the cell phone type thing in his hand... and upon closer inspection, it doesn't look much like a phone at all. Some kind of instructor/SeeD communicator he's never seen before? That might be why he's alone, and not bringing this 'friend' along.]

[If Neku looks closer, he might see Gaomon on the screen, looking out at the world beyond the digivice.] Master, the dressing?

Yes, they still have it. [Touma shoots Neku a wry look as he picks up the thousand island dressing.]

[Wait -- it talks. It talks? What the hell, is this guy carrying around a pocket Pokémon or something? Neku raises his eyebrows at the animated fighting-dog-thing on the screen, which has apparently just addressed him about thousand-island dressing.]

[What. The. Hell.]

...I'm guessing that's your 'friend'?

[Very close, Neku, very close. Touma nods.] It tends to alarm people [read: the natives] when he gets his own food. I'm sure there'll be time enough for that, but I'd rather settle back in more quietly.

...Yeah, they get scared pretty easily, don't they. [Neku is perfectly normal and human, so he hasn't received the brunt of it, but it's a well known fact in the classroom that the natives are very sensitive to magic -- the Sorceress and all.] Does he come out to eat it?

Yes, though we usually eat somewhere more private.

[He considers this kid, and how he hasn't completely flipped out, and how he said "they get scared pretty easily". Must be a fellow off-worlder who arrived while he was away.]

... You're welcome to join us, if you'd like.

...Sure. [He has nothing better to do on any given lunch period. And as for the not flipping out thing... well, Neku has seen giant meteors summoned from cell phones. He can't really be fazed by it any longer.]

Let me just finish up here. [Ie. Grab a couple of drinks, and then realize--]

I'm Touma H. Norstein, by the way. [D'oh, invite someone over and forget to introduce yourself.]

[Ugh, so impolite.] ...Neku Sakuraba.

[He grabs whatever things too and waits for Touma to lead the way to... wherever they're going to be spending the day.]

A pleasure. [That name...] You're not Japanese, are you?

[Aaand they'll be heading out to the infirmary.]

Yeah, I am. [Thank god! Someone from Earth!]

[A miracle!] I'm half. It's nice to run into someone from home.

[While Touma's probably actually spent about as much time in Austria as he has in Japan, he was more at ease in Japan, further away from his father and grandmother's expectations of him.]

[Yeah. 'Norstein' told him European, but... mhm, 'Touma' definitely sounds more Japanese than whatever Norstein is supposed to be. (Hey, he's not that smart.)] Yeah, it is. ...I lived in Tokyo. [Random factoid. He doesn't even notice that use of the past tense.]

Ah, I've been there a couple of times; it was nice. [Pity Touma's not from Frontier; those kids were from Shibuya.] I was based in Yokohama.

[He nods. Never been there, but everyone knows it's a pretty good place.] 'Based'? [The logical conclusion would be that he used to work there for a company or something, but even those kinds of people wouldn't say 'based'...]

... That was a bit clinical, wasn't it? [Even for him. He'd never really thought of Yokohama on its own merits: While he liked living there, it was more because of the people he worked with, the facilities available, and a shamefully sentimental attachment to where he'd lived with his mother than the place itself.] I lived and worked there for several years.

[Oh, that's better.]

Uh-huh. What did you do?

I... [Where does he even begin to explain DATS.] worked with the police in Digital Accidents at first, and I also did medical research there.

[Related: They're now getting pretty near the infirmary.]

Digital... Accidents? [What. There was nothing you could do on the Internet to warrant a 'Digital Accidents' police force, was there? Maybe part of the central government, but not the police.]

[Ah, those little differences between Earths...]

My world has a digital world parallel to the planet earth I lived on. The inhabitants of that world sometimes came into ours and caused chaos; the Digital Accidents Tactics Squad, or DATS dealt with that.

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(first punch) action; disguised multiple choice

boxing room!

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Lunch

I lol'd

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Sorry for the lateness :c

not a problem! :)

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