cafeteria | mid afternoon | wednesday | 25 november

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Apparently, there was a holiday tomorrow. From what Jonas had gathered from the books he'd read, it revolved around a lot of food, togetherness and was descended from a shared meal by two very different groups long ago.

Needless to say, Jonas had never celebrated Thanksgiving in the Community. Besides ceremonies for Days of Birth, nothing had really been celebrated so Jonas found these specially singled out days as half a curiosity and half enjoyment.

And, while today wasn't the holiday, Jonas found himself in the cafeteria, idly picking at his food (mashed potatoes had a very strange texture) and paging through a book on various holidays. Christmas would, undoubtedly, be the next thing he looked up that. That holiday just seemed...complicated.

[open, sure!]

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[future_sandworm]

"I'm suddenly a stranger?" Leto gave her an amused look. "Hello, Kate."

[vanillajello]

"I might have amnesia," she remarked. "Mr Whatever-your-name-is."

[future_sandworm]

"Fandom-induced amnesia?" he teased, knowing she wasn't telling the truth.

[vanillajello]

"Of course," she nodded. "But I'm not sure I should discuss this with you further. I don't even know if I know you."

[future_sandworm]

"Oh, you know me," Leto replied, smirking. "I can prove it."

[vanillajello]

Kate raised one eyebrow and fought the urge to smirk. It was a game of sorts. "Can you?"

[future_sandworm]

"You have a tattoo there," he said, pointing at the exact location.

[vanillajello]

"That's... actually a pretty good one," she noted. "But doesn't really prove I know you, just that you know me. You could still just be some crazy stalker."

[future_sandworm]

"Who spies on you in the shower?" Leto gave her an amused look.

[vanillajello]

"Woudn't that be exactly what crazy stalkers do? I mean, I don't know how stalkers go about their business."

She just knew it was pretty scary when you unassumingly walked into your living room and found them there.

[future_sandworm]

"You assume I know what crazy stalkers do?" Leto grinned.

[vanillajello]

Kate shrugged lightly. "I don't make assumptions, but I'm a pessimist."

[future_sandworm]

"Oh, are you?"

Leto leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

[vanillajello]

"'Fraid so."

Either that, or too keen to protect herself to admit to optimism. Same thing, really.

[future_sandworm]

There was a long pause.

"You know, I could do some proper stalking and visit your room later. Although mine offers more privacy."

[and now I have to go!]

[vanillajello]

"Your room would involve me coming over to get stalked. That... doesn't really seem smart, does it?" she asked, smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "And yet it sounds tempting. Clearly there's something wrong with me."