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Post by Utaku Joo-Eun on Jan 16, 2018 4:55:09 GMT -5
Joo-Eun winces a little, "...I...know of her, yes. I don't think she is exactly fond of me, not after we had that...um...spirited discussion on the proper home for a tactical school within the Utaku."
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Jan 16, 2018 4:58:19 GMT -5
"Yes, she is like that. It's why she and Mako-chan don't always get along when they meet," she says before taking a slurp. Swallow. "She latched on to me more, really."
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Post by Utaku Joo-Eun on Jan 16, 2018 5:01:33 GMT -5
Joo-Eun laughs softly, "Yeah. When Mako decides she is going to be your friend, that is kind of all she wrote. I love her to bits, because she would always stick up for me when I got teased about my looks or my hobbies, and I kinda look after her, because...well, not everyone in the world is going to treat her kindly and I want them to think twice about it before they do."
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Jan 16, 2018 5:04:24 GMT -5
"Ah, so you know how it feels."
Hisui smiles. It felt good to know Mako had a friend in the school. Such things were invaluable.
"So, how has the first day treated you both?"
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Post by Utaku Joo-Eun on Jan 16, 2018 5:09:21 GMT -5
Joo-Eun noms on the Soba Bread, "Well, I took a class on military science that was...a lot more elementary than I had hoped, but given the number of First Years there, I shouldn't have been surprised. I kinda had the unfair advantage of growing up with an Akodo-trained father who loved playing all the war games with his precious eldest daughter. I can proudly say that I have now reached the point where I can beat him about a quarter of the time."
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Jan 16, 2018 5:14:46 GMT -5
"You remind me of me, when I was your age." Her face turns melancholic. There is a story there, a weight on her shoulders. "Hold on to those aspirations, little sister. It may seem overwhelming to keep track of everything you want to be, to do, but it can be done."
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Post by Utaku Joo-Eun on Jan 16, 2018 5:19:56 GMT -5
The Utaku looks at the older woman, her head tilting slightly, "... Something on your mind, sensei?"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Jan 16, 2018 5:29:24 GMT -5
She shakes it off.
"Nothing, nothing. Just some memories being stirred up," she answers. "But, anyway. What is the MilSci class like these days?"
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Post by Utaku Joo-Eun on Jan 16, 2018 5:44:56 GMT -5
"Not as much fun as last year, but then again, Akodo Miura-sensei was slightly crazy in the best possible way. This year, we have a Seppun in charge of the class and he's so serious and strict."
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Jan 16, 2018 5:56:11 GMT -5
"Seppun Kojima-san?" she asks, remembering the incident of the night before. "He seems…actually, I don't have much of an impression of him yet."
"But, whatever else, he was a military man. I recognize the behaviors, the gestures."
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