[She manages not to flinch or lose her smile when he calls her the club leader -- after all, it's Shinji's handwriting on the door sign which she hasn't had the heart to take down -- because it might as well be true. No sooner had she finally gotten him to agree to set up the club that he'd vanished without a trace.]
Kotone! Or Shiomi, if you're the type who likes last names. [she corrects, because being called "leader" in this kind of situation feels weird. She was already leader of SEES -- she doesn't need to be nominated to another leadership position!
Dropping her groceries off on a nearby counter, she starts putting them away instead of immediately sticking her nose in his business.]
You're Ragna, right? How're you finding the kitchen?
[ Unfortunately, Ragna prefers to refer to people with whatever random nicknames he associates with them rather than their proper names, so she might be stuck with the "club leader" title ─ or whatever else he comes up with in the meantime ─ for the foreseeable future. ]
Mhm.
[ He confirms with... let's call it limited enthusiasm. He assumes she'll figure out soon enough that he's not exactly a great partner for a small talk. ]
... It's fine.
[ That's putting it mildly; truth is, it's better than anything he got to cook in within the past what, eight years or so? Which is not something to brag about, so he'll keep that part to himself. The man glances over his shoulder to see what Kotone is doing, and even asks a question of his own. ]
[She'd really only come by to drop off supplies, but if this guy wants to eat cake, she's happy to make some. Distantly, she's aware that he's just following up on that comment from before about the type of person she is, but honestly, it wasn't that wrong of an assessment. Whatever gets her the chance to talk to him, after all!
But for now, she pulls a notebook out of her skirt pocket and starts taking inventory of the things she'd put away, glancing back over her shoulder to give him another smile.]
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Kotone! Or Shiomi, if you're the type who likes last names. [she corrects, because being called "leader" in this kind of situation feels weird. She was already leader of SEES -- she doesn't need to be nominated to another leadership position!
Dropping her groceries off on a nearby counter, she starts putting them away instead of immediately sticking her nose in his business.]
You're Ragna, right? How're you finding the kitchen?
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Mhm.
[ He confirms with... let's call it limited enthusiasm. He assumes she'll figure out soon enough that he's not exactly a great partner for a small talk. ]
... It's fine.
[ That's putting it mildly; truth is, it's better than anything he got to cook in within the past what, eight years or so? Which is not something to brag about, so he'll keep that part to himself. The man glances over his shoulder to see what Kotone is doing, and even asks a question of his own. ]
Here to bake cakes or something?
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[She'd really only come by to drop off supplies, but if this guy wants to eat cake, she's happy to make some. Distantly, she's aware that he's just following up on that comment from before about the type of person she is, but honestly, it wasn't that wrong of an assessment. Whatever gets her the chance to talk to him, after all!
But for now, she pulls a notebook out of her skirt pocket and starts taking inventory of the things she'd put away, glancing back over her shoulder to give him another smile.]
So what're you making?