001 [The Cafeteria]

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[It was lunchtime, finally. Remy thought he'd been clever, signing up for this school in this new world.  If he was going to be stuck here, he thought, having every resource possible at his disposal would be a great idea, right?  He'd only been to four classes so far, though, and he was convinced he'd underestimated, well, everything.  His notes were spread across the square table in front of him in a haphazard fashion.  Notes of Garden Code, notes on regiment formation, notes on this, notes on that.  His red and black gaze swept across the scattering of papers before him, seeing, but not really comprehending.  What had he gotten himself wrapped up in again?  He heaved a tired sigh and rubbed his hands across his face, then running his fingers through his hair, and licked his lips.  He was Remy leBeau. He could break into anyone's house, steal all their valuables, and escape without a trace.  He could handle a little schooling.  This was nothing.  He wished he believed himself.

He took a sip from the fountain drink that had accompanied his lunch (he hadn't been lucky enough to score one of the Garden's famous hot dogs and had sufficed with a chicken sandwich) and picked up the notes from his first class, Garden Code or whatever it was.  He read it for all of five seconds before putting it down and heaving a loud sigh.]

Nom de Dieu, this place gonna be the death of you, leBeau.

[OOC: /is nervous. I hope I did this right. Anyway, anyone ever is free to bug him in the Cafeteria at lunch. He'll probably welcome the distraction XD]

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{He keeps smiling. This blush, it does nice things to her complexion.]

We can do whatever you want, petit.

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Then I'll give you a tour around the Garden, and tell you all about the clubs and committees while we're walking. If we run into any of my friends on the way I'll introduce you.

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[He smiles broadly.]

If that ain't one of the best ideas I ever did hear, I'd be lyin'.

[shops-a-lot.livejournal.com]

[Bulla rises from her seat with a cheerful smile on her face.]

Shall we? It's a big building. Pretty interesting looking, too. If everyone had to get pulled somewhere random from their own worlds, at least it wasn't to some major dive, right? It was also super nice of the sponsors to take care of so many students.

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[Remy surprised himself with his objection.]

Ya know, petit. They throwin' a lot of info at this homme and he strugglin' to catch up, non? I'm gonna read over these notes. How about we meet at the directory after classes? Say, 1800 hours?

[OOC: Remy is going to be lost in a log with Abel soon lol, and for continuity's sake, I say this lol. Um, we could log this after hours, though?]

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Hm? Sure, I can do that. It is a pretty big place. I'm sure you wouldn't want to go running through it to make sure you could see everything before you had to go back to class.



[ooc: completely fine with me. :)]

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[He gives a curt nod, and give her his most charming smile, reaching out to take her hand before she leaves.]

Maybe we get some supper, go somewhere quiet, eh? Then we have that tour.

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[Bulla grasps Remy's hand in a friendly handshake since he's got her hand. It's not a crushing grip but it's stronger than one might expect from a petite looking hand like hers. Little lady, big grip.]

Well, there isn't really anywhere else to get food but the cafeteria, but I guess we could take some food to the quad if you'd prefer somewhere quiet.

See you at 1800 hours, Remy.

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[Still smiling, he lets go of her hand.]

I can't wait, petit.