IC Contact for Inugami

[yorisearching]

Thank you for calling me. If you leave a message I will contact you as soon as I can.


[Maybe you should mention that Yori doesn't actually say her name to anyone calling.]

[Do you think she left it out on purpose?]



(Action also welcome.)

Comments

[copychip]

[Unlike Yori, Axl didn't have anything but his uniform to wear, so that was what he brought to the study session. Decorating was still something that was far off his mind, so his own room was rather haphazard and messy. But that was neither here nor there.

Axl stepped into the room with a grin, noting her outfit and the room's layout. Very neat, organized, and he recognized the patterns in the placement of the barely visible glow-in-the-dark stars on her wall. Definitely something he'd expect from a program.]

It's no problem. I don't have a lot to do anyways.

[yorisearching]

[Yori nods ruefully at the statement. Options are definitely limited in this school with no functional exit.]

I'd rather work on getting out of here, but understanding what people say is at least some kind of progress. The more data the better.

[She turns to pick up her notebook, full of question marks as the teachers had started sounding almost understandable and thus raised all kinds of new questions.]

Would you like something to eat?

[A wide gesture at the various packages on the bed. Yori tugs her chair out from the desk and points at the second one arranged at an angle.]

I thought we could sit and talk. But if you'd be more comfortable with another arrangement, let me know.

[At this point it probably goes without saying that she finds all the furniture in the school about equally weird.]

[copychip]

Same, but it looks like the others here have already got that covered. For now, we can just focus on this.

[He sits down at the offered chair and sets down his backpack. Then he pulls out his own notebooks, which, while filled with doodles, were also filled with attempts to parse the incomprehensible language the natives spoke. Like Yori, the teachers were starting to become understandable to him.

He glances over at the food and then shrugs.]

Nah, I'm good. And the arrangement's good. Beds are more comfy to sit on, but it doesn't matter that much to me.

[As a Reploid, he was much more used to just standing on his feet constantly, but human bodies seemed to appreciate being able to rest their feet every once in a while. Plus, he didn't have to worry about his balance like this.]

So, what kinda help didja need?