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December 26th - January 1st

[wipesfaith]

[Mistletoe shenanigans, continued from here...!]

[elevatoravatar]

She looks at him and shrugs, "What is a kiss if there is nothing behind it? If it is simply the act of pressed lips then I see no cause for alarm. But to loose points. I do not even know what they are for yet part of me longs for more!"

[wipesfaith]

[...Yeah, okay, so she's a little weird.]

I hear this Christmas holiday is big on presents, so I'm guessing it has something to do with that. [And based on what he's heard about Santa, stalking people and keeping track of their activities to form a basis for their worthiness is another big part of the holiday. Messed up, if you ask him.]

[elevatoravatar]

She looks down, musing over this for a few moment.

"Ah, so this is to track if one warrants gifts. That does make the whole act of generosity seem a bit less impressive."

1/2

[wipesfaith]

You don't say.

[wipesfaith]

So...uh, do you want to? [...There had to have been a better way to phrase that.]

January 1st

[thebetterhalf]

[Continued from the New Years dinner to be more precise.

Special new year food... That's amazing. Marco always used to take the variety of food back home for granted, but after seeing how many different kinds of ingredients and dishes exist in other worlds, he's gotten kind of jealous.]

Yeah... Same here. [Even if alcohol was pretty tricky to get in Jinae. No, maybe it's because it was tricky to get that everyone saved it for special occasions like the new year.]

[aqueousliving]

...It doesn't sound that different.

[Not the drunk part, though, being underage and all.

Pulling off the shrimp's legs with his left hand, he uses the chopsticks in his right to assist in peeling the shrimp's shell.]

You both live inland.

[It's less a question and more a statement he'd like affirmation of.]

[wipesfaith]

[Well. The legal drinking age is stupidly low where they're from. Probably as compensation for telling a kid that twelve is a perfectly reasonable age to decide that you're going to give your life up for humanity. But, you know, whatever.

He's totally eyeing Haruka's shrimp peeling technique. Asshole makes it look so easy...]

There isn't an ocean. As far as anyone knows, anyway.

[But he's got the meat of his shrimp free now, and he's hesitantly taking a bite. The flavor is strong and fishy, which he's starting to get used to, but sweet too.]

[thebetterhalf]

[Meanwhile, Marco will work on finishing his soup. He's just fine with that, because even Haruka's soup is different from what he's used to. It's really salty, but it tastes good.

He casts a quick, sideways glance at Jean at those words, then shakes his head.]

Hhm, but it's described in books. Some people believe it's really out there.

[People like Armin, that is. He's told Marco stories, back during their days of training. Stories of oceans, lands of ice and lands of sand. Could their world really be that diverse? He wants to believe it, especially after seeing a real ocean in Luceti.]

[aqueousliving]

[Technology had seemed pretty foreign to them, just based on his observations... namely Jean's fabulous time with the blender and his sausage. He supposes trains or planes aren't really a Thing there. He doesn't particularly want to pry any further.

Haruka's attention returns to his food; he's exhausted his conversation starter quota for the night.]

[wipesfaith]

[He's trying some more of the vegetables, the ones that look like weird flowers. And if Haruka doesn't want to keep up the conversation, he's just gonna turn to Marco, still chewing his food.]

That's why I said "as far as anyone knows". You can put anything you want into a book, doesn't make it true.

[thebetterhalf]

[Jean's argument doesn't really faze Marco. The world is much, much bigger than what they've seen inside the walls. Even if the things described in books aren't real, other things might be. Maybe if he'd spent a little more time listening to Armin's stories, Jean would believe it too.]

The walls are only a little over a hundred years old. Documents from before that time are probably accurate. [It's just too bad that documents and books like that are considered contraband.]

[aqueousliving]

[If no one is taking the mackerel, Haruka sure is. And possibly taking all of the rest. You snooze, you lose.

Even though Haruka isn't actively participating in this conversation, he's definitely listening.]

[wipesfaith]

[He was listening...! And rolling his eyes, back then. But he had started to listen more carefully before he was dragged here.]

...I guess so. [Slurping down some of the soup.] Who knows, maybe I'll find out for myself someday. [He...kinda doubts he'll stay alive long enough to reach that point, though. Hahaha...ha...ha. Let's change the topic. He throws Haruka a look again.]

Hey, what do you even do, back where you're from? [He's known the guy since day one, but he still knows almost nothing about him.]

[thebetterhalf]

[Hm... Wouldn't it be something if Jean could see the ocean along with the rest of the Survey Corps? And lands of ice, lakes of boiling water, and anything else Armin told them about. The chances of it are incredibly slim, Marco knows that just as well as anyone else, but that'd just make their possible success that much sweeter.

As Jean turns his attention to Haruka again, Marco reaches across the table to get some more food of his own. He's not taking any mackerel, because Haruka seems to really want it all, but he's fine with everything else that's on the table.]

[aqueousliving]

[Haruka pauses when the spotlight suddenly turns to him, mackerel halfway to his mouth. His chopsticks hover for a moment, stuck between going to his mouth or placing his food back in his bowl. In the end, he isn't Nagisa, so his chopsticks lower momentarily.]

I went to school.

[U guys better not drag him into Luceti school--]

We were preparing for a swimming tournament before I arrived.

December 26th, haruka -> jean -> utena?

[aqueousliving]

[ooc: continued from here]

[It's right about this time that Haruka arrives back in the Flame building and trudges up the stairs, a plastic bag of vegetables dangling from his fingertips. Haruka gives the two people blocking the entrance to the kitchen a flat stare.

...Can this guy get any more annoying? Of course Jean is the sort who can't keep it in his pants. If Jean is going to bring a girl home, would it kill him to wait until they get to the bedroom before making out? Heck, Haruka would be content if they just did it somewhere where it isn't blocking his path to the kitchen.

Haruka is not cleaning their egg mess, either.]

Hey!

[Because Haruka clearly has no qualms about interrupting people in the middle of amorous activities if it's directly between himself and his goals.]

You're in the way.

December 26th, yes good

[wipesfaith]

[To be fair, they made it at least a few steps into the kitchen...but still not far enough that they aren't blocking the way for anyone who would want to cook in a family-friendly atmosphere.

Jean starts to pull away from Utena, both startled and annoyed by the interruption, and it is in this precise moment that the mistletoe's spell wears off. Like waking up from a nap - at first in a daze, and then gaining awareness all at once - he realizes that he's been macking on someone who is his friend (who happens to be a cute girl, but that's a little beside the point right now). Um. Uh. Cue his face turning a deep shade of mortification. He lets go of her and steps backward, nearly slipping on the splattered contents of one of the dropped eggs, and his eyes bounce between her and Haruka, caught between spewing apologies to Utena and telling him off.]

I didn't-- Shut up! [It looks like his very jumbled emotions have settled on anger for now, thrown at Haruka.] It's not like I planned for this to happen!

December 26th and then it gets worse

[revolutionarygirl]

[Utena's pretty mortified as well, covering her mouth with her left hand--the hand with the signet, the ring her prince gave her--as she's filled with shame. The kiss had actually been really good, and... that's actually probably the worst thing about this.

She doesn't want that to be true. It's just the effect of--w-whatever just happened, right? But the fact of the matter is that there's another person in the room, right? She can't even look at him--or either of them, really. She's that horrified.]

...y-yeah.

[aqueousliving]

[He's not terribly surprised by their reactions, but Haruka thinks it's because they'd been caught in the act. Whatever. Not his problem. He doesn't care.

So he just scoffs and steps forward to squeeze past them, intending to put away his groceries in the kitchen.

...Except once he tries to move towards the pantry, he finds himself firmly stuck. Haruka shoots a baleful glare at both Jean and the girl, as if blaming them for this with his gaze. This is stupid.]

[wipesfaith]

[Aside from the awkwardness of something as new as a first kiss, and the embarrassment of being caught, it hadn't been too bad. Not bad at all. There's a stirring of regret as he sharply realizes that this isn't the girl he's been saving up for, but he can try to write that off with the infallible excuse, "it was only kiss."

Until he catches Utena's expression, and uncertainty washes away some of the flustered anger that had colored his own expression. Was he really that terrible, or is there someone else she had in mind too?]

Uh...I'm really sorry, Utena. [The most he can look at is her shoulder as he scratches at the back of his head.] I didn't mean for that to... [get out of hand - holy shit, he touched her freakin' boob...well, kinda, but holy shit] ...um, happen.

[It's then that he notices that Haruka hasn't advanced into the kitchen, and he throws him an annoyed look. Can't he give them a little privacy, at least?]

[revolutionarygirl]

I... I know you didn't, it's just--

[She had intended to say more, but she notices that Haruka hadn't advanced into the kitchen too. She frowns, really not wanting to get into this with someone not involved around.

W-Wait, what if...]

[aqueousliving]

[When he seems to have gained the attention of both Jean and the girl Jean had been making out with, Haruka says abruptly--]

I'm stuck.

[Be awkward together somewhere else.

He has no idea if either of the other two are stuck but if that's the case, Haruka's pretty certain he'd rather kiss the girl than Jean. Because he'll probably never see the girl again and also Jean's Jean.]

[wipesfaith]

...You gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

[He tries to take a step back to test his fate...and thankfully, in his flustered surprise he'd backed away from the kiss enough that he's able to move now. A lucky break, for once.

His gaze bounces to Utena.]