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daybreakacademy2019-02-26 09:30 am
infestedcouncilpresident) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-02-26 09:30 am
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Pre Mid-Terms thing
Who: Kohaku Yuhara and various students
What: Study break
When: Two days before midterms kick off
Where: Aube dorm common room
Warnings: Nothin'
You can only stare at textbooks and notes for so long before you have to choose between going insane or doing something. Kohaku is an organizer and, she figured, probably not the only student feeling burned out right now. So she went about talking to some people and setting things up and soon enough she had some stuff set up in the Aube ground floor common room.
By the entryway was a whiteboard that she had written, in English and Japanese, "How many hours have you studied today?" over a chart with room for your name and a number. There wasn't any requirements for entry, it's a public common room after all, but there IS the chance that if the answer is "Zero" then you might feel a bit judged by everyone else around who's actually put some work in. That's assuming you don't feel guilty yourself.
Inside is a plate covered with a towering pile of cookies (oatmeal raisin) and some 2 liters of soda, a TV hooked up to a PS4 and showing the main menu for Street Fighter V, and, somehow, an entire corner of the room cleared out to make room for one of the therapy temple lions from the TDM that Kohaku managed to convince someone to let her borrow. A little haven for brain fried students.
Kohaku herself is lying on the lazy lion, for the moment, munching on a cookie.
What: Study break
When: Two days before midterms kick off
Where: Aube dorm common room
Warnings: Nothin'
You can only stare at textbooks and notes for so long before you have to choose between going insane or doing something. Kohaku is an organizer and, she figured, probably not the only student feeling burned out right now. So she went about talking to some people and setting things up and soon enough she had some stuff set up in the Aube ground floor common room.
By the entryway was a whiteboard that she had written, in English and Japanese, "How many hours have you studied today?" over a chart with room for your name and a number. There wasn't any requirements for entry, it's a public common room after all, but there IS the chance that if the answer is "Zero" then you might feel a bit judged by everyone else around who's actually put some work in. That's assuming you don't feel guilty yourself.
Inside is a plate covered with a towering pile of cookies (oatmeal raisin) and some 2 liters of soda, a TV hooked up to a PS4 and showing the main menu for Street Fighter V, and, somehow, an entire corner of the room cleared out to make room for one of the therapy temple lions from the TDM that Kohaku managed to convince someone to let her borrow. A little haven for brain fried students.
Kohaku herself is lying on the lazy lion, for the moment, munching on a cookie.
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So this is clearly the best place to channel some of that energy. He leaves an incomprehensible squiggle on the board for time and immediately snatches a cup of soda. Naoki's eyes flick rapidly between the TV and Kohaku, back and forth.
"Didn't know you played." Because if he had, they'd definitely be hanging out more often.
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"Blanka main."
aube bonding time go
And then she scribbles a giant 0 right next to her name.
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"Ken."
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Kohaku scratched the lion behind the ear and was rewarded with a purr that shook her entire body like a massage chair.
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"You're not studying at all?"
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With the accent, it's hard to tell if she sounds disapproving or curious.
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"No, I meant that I can see the future. But I guess like, it might as well be an answer sheet."
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That explains that. "They do not have any way of stopping that?"
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"Are you sure that thing's safe?"
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You know that condescending sing-song voice you use when you're talking to cats and dogs?
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"Nothing with teeth like that is ever safe." This is clearly something Naoki has experience with and not just stress making him weird and paranoid. "Just don't feed it anything. Might get dependent."
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She waved it off. "Don't worry I won't feed it. I don't think cats like oatmeal raisin cookies anyways."
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There's a long pause, then: "Why raisins?"
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They have to fight now. Or at least they have to play Street Fighter for the honor of cookies. Kohaku grabbed a controller.
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Naoki shifts back into a sitting position and scoops up his own controller. As soon as the character select comes up he immediately gravitates toward Ken. He's more than a little rusty, but he remembers most of the inputs, so this should be easy.
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She'd try to avoid using it for this match, if she could.
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...until he completely screws up the input, leaving him wide open for punishment.
Warning I have never played street fighter in my life.
hey me neither
"Any time you want to give up is fine." He grumbles, eyes focused laserlike on the TV.
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"Give up from what, boredom?"
imagine your own anime shock cut-ins
This kid... is inhuman.
Getting over his momentary shock, Naoki grunts and hunches over the controller, leg bouncing wildly. Backing up one last time, he throws out an EX hadouken and tries to go in low while they block high.
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"Pretty good."
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We won't give a blow-by-blow account of the second round, as neither of us are actually Street Fighter players, but suffice to say it probably didn't go too differently from the first round.
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"Hmm. Good game." He rolls his head to the side, a ghost of a smirk crossing his face. "Raisins are still gross, though. That doesn't change.
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"Well then what kind of cookies would you have made?"
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"I know I wouldn't put oatmeal and raisins in them." A beat, then: "Did you make those?"
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Please do not ask him to elaborate on this.
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"...I'm super not. BUT my sense of taste is crazy sensitive most of the time so if I wanna eat I gotta have at least some idea what I'm doing. So I try to get a lot of practice."
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He says that, but also he really doesn't wanna get up right now.
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Kohaku waited until she realized he apparently wasn't actually going to get up, then leaned over to grab a cookie and threw it at his head. Gently.
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"Thanks." He grunts, peeling it off his forehead and takes an enormous bite. It takes Naoki a solid half-minute of chewing before he can render his judgement.
"Pretty good."