fandomhigh | Breakfast

Realizing what he had suggested, Chihaya looked down at his plate again, suddenly not very hungry. He pushed it toward Jiji. "Sorry about that," he said, chagrined.

"Um... it's ok." Kiki sits looking at Jiji, who has meowed something that sounded an awful lot like "Thank you!" and has moved on to the rest of Chihaya's pancakes.

"If you eat all those, Jiji, you are going to get fat. Or turn into a cockroach. And if that happens, I'm not letting you into my room until you get yourself changed back."

Kiki looks thoughtful. "Squids in the bathroom. Cockroaches in the kitchen. Gremlins everywhere. Do you think the professors do this all on purpose as part of our curriculum, or is it more that they just don't care?"

Chihaya paled at the thought he might turn into a cockroach. Suddenly, he couldn't stop looking at the cat, hopeing and willing Jiji did not change into one either.

"Maybe they didn't call in an exterminator when they opened the school?" he offered as a solution. "Or maybe, this is like some twisted version of boot camp, seeing if we can survive everything that gets thrown our way?"

"It must be. On the other hand, our principal does enjoy shooting things, so maybe she keeps all this around for, um, target practice."

Kiki, too, is warily watching Jiji, who settles down on the table with a happy sigh. "Neither of us ate much, Chihaya, so we're safe. I hope. I'm going with that theory, anyway. We've got a really great school doctor, I heard..." Kiki brightens a little as she says, "Of course, if we did turn into cockroaches, we could just get jobs working in the kitchen."

((ooc: "Of course, if we did turn into cockroaches, we could just get jobs working in the kitchen."..........*dies*))

Chihaya giggled. "Well, I was looking for a job or an assistantship before I end up with detention..."

Kiki nods. "Ah, yes... those mandatory 'extracuriculars.' What sort of things are you interested in? In addition to my plan to join the Flying or Wildcrafting clubs, I'm planning on starting up my business here again - once things settle down a little. I run 'Witch Express Delivery.' I figure there will be more than one person here who will want a fast, reliable delivery girl."

(ooc: Thanks ;-) )

"Really?" Chihaya seemed interested in that. He hadn't thought of being a delivery service and since he had wings, it's not like he'd have to ride a bike or anything.

He thought about what he was interested in and shrugged. "I haven't been on Ea-...umm...hadn't really thought about it much. But your delivery service sounds like it would be a good idea!"

Kiki drums her finger thoughtfully. "Once I get started, I'd be happy to have some help! You know, we should apply to the 'Start your own business' class. I think it's closed, though, because you have to sign up in pairs. We could go talk to the professor later, if you want."

"Nah. That's ok but thanks!" He grinned at her. "I got my hands full with my classes anyway, I'm not sure I have the time for another. But if you need anyone to help you, I'm in room 502 and don't have much of a social life during the week. I go home on the weekends though...unless I get detention, I guess."

Kiki returns the grin. "Sure! I don't have a big social life here, either - you're my first friend. I'm in room 414." Kiki's voice drops. "But I should warn you, there is a really creepy guy living down the hall from me. He sings to himself - innocent songs, but not the way he sings them. He was singing as he went past this morning, holding a red rose. And a dagger! I heard he stabbed the rose to some girls' door down on the second floor. So just be careful around him."

Kiki picks up her plate. "I guess I should take this back to the kitchen and go finish setting up my room. I don't have class until this evening, so I'll be around all day. Hope to see you! And not looking like a cockroach!"

(ooc: mostly trying to finish up this thread so we can go focus on the other one, heh!)

Cheerfully, Chihaya waved. "Ok! See you later!"

Breakfast

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