Miyukin spots Tochi!
“If you don’t know, then you probably don’t have one,” Miyuki said, shrugging. “Unless…" Miyuki whispered conspiratorially, “You do and the government are hiding it from you!“ She laughed and winked. “No way though, right? I mean, it’s not exactly something that needs hiding.”“Anyway, what ar-” Miyuki was about to launch into her next tirade of questions, but there there was a strange grumbling sound. “What ar-“ The sound again. Miyuki looked down at her stomach and smiled apologetically. “Woops, like like my tummy isn’t agreeing with me not eating. To the dining room!” She whirled around, soldier-style, and about-marched towards the dining room.
Conspiracy theories were more of Mariel’s thing- especially when it came to school, and how it was nothing but a prison, but… she did have to wonder…
Though any thoughts she might have had in regards to such were interrupted when Miyuki went off towards the dining room. For a minute, Tochi awkwardly remained where she was. Did she stay until Miyuki came back? Or did she follow? Finally, shrugging, the younger teen shuffled after Miyuki into the dining room, feeling a tad hungry herself.
Miyuki hummed and danced her way into the dining room, unaware of the fact that Tochi had followed her. She went straight to the counter, and waved to Chef Papa. “Heya, Chef Papa! One of everything as per usual, thanks!” It appeared as though, as brief as their stay had been so far, Miyuki had already more than familiarised herself with the food here. She grabbed every available sauce there was, squeezed them onto her food, then turned around and came face to face with Tochi.
“Ah!” Miyuki said, surprised, almost dropping her food. “Wai- when did y- OH RIGHT I WAS TALKING TO YOU BEFORE!” Miyuki slapped her forehead with her palm, dangerously holding the small tower of food on the plate in her other hand where it balanced precariously. “Ah, I tend to be quite…err, single-minded when it comes to food.”
(Source: jurinathesecond)
