[Too late, Excellen's already sitting down in the seat right across from her, leaving Ryuko grinding her teeth. What the hell? Who just sits at somebody else's table without even asking, why she oughta-- no wait. They'd been down this road before and Ryuko knows the game by now! Yeah, she's not gonna rise to the bait this time! Ha! Take that! Ryuko: 1, Excellen: ... Shut up, that's how many!]
Hrmf. [The Cubone at least seems happy to see a familiar face and makes a little noise in greeting around the food stuffed in its mouth before diving back into its meal. Ryuko meanwhile just... sits there, looking sullen. Seriously, if you could look up "Grumpy Teenage Bullshit Face" in the dictionary, this would be the picture beside it.]
Nothin'. Nothin's good here. [She glances down, picking up her chopsticks and jabbing them at the food on her plate. Is she talking about the food or Union in general? Who knows? All she knows is it took her the whole trip here to realize she didn't even know where to start looking for the answers she wanted. And it was too damn cold, and she'd already spent one night on a bench, and she'd just used the last of the cash she'd left home with on a crappy meal.
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[Too late, Excellen's already sitting down in the seat right across from her, leaving Ryuko grinding her teeth. What the hell? Who just sits at somebody else's table without even asking, why she oughta-- no wait. They'd been down this road before and Ryuko knows the game by now! Yeah, she's not gonna rise to the bait this time! Ha! Take that! Ryuko: 1, Excellen: ... Shut up, that's how many!]
Hrmf. [The Cubone at least seems happy to see a familiar face and makes a little noise in greeting around the food stuffed in its mouth before diving back into its meal. Ryuko meanwhile just... sits there, looking sullen. Seriously, if you could look up "Grumpy Teenage Bullshit Face" in the dictionary, this would be the picture beside it.]
Nothin'. Nothin's good here. [She glances down, picking up her chopsticks and jabbing them at the food on her plate. Is she talking about the food or Union in general? Who knows? All she knows is it took her the whole trip here to realize she didn't even know where to start looking for the answers she wanted. And it was too damn cold, and she'd already spent one night on a bench, and she'd just used the last of the cash she'd left home with on a crappy meal.
Yeah. Everything sucks.]