Junpei actually knew where 2-4 happened to be...but the amount of people talking at a time was hard interject into. This day was unreal, with such odd or plain lively characters...especially someone akin to a living doll dancing on over on graceful feel, so to speak. There was something about her polite, insistently helpful persona that made his heart quicken, but Junpei brushed it off and just continued on. It was probably nothing.

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The lunch hour had come. Carrying his bag and his make up kit in one hand yet again, the young man took a moment to decide where he'd prefer to eat today. It was well known that some classrooms were open for students to eat in, so long as they cleaned up after themselves...but...at the same time, Junpei was down to only one juice box left in his bag. There was another whole array of liquid diets stuffs that he needed to stock up on, but for only one juice box to be left...that wasn't going to be enough for lunch. Junpei maintained a good build to match his face proportionately...getting thinnner was just as bad as getting fatter, having a face disproportionate to his body...!

Making a conscious decision, going to the cafeteria for lunch...he bought some of the left over sweet grain porridge from breakfast, a cold bottle of orange juice, an eggy pudding, and a warm soup. Taking his tray, looking around at the tables, Junpei took a seat at an empty table. Setting his tray down, his make up case and school bag, all that was left to do was consume. Picking up his plastic spoon, he stared down at the golden hued soup. Chicken noodle, the server said...! 

Brushing a strand of loose hair back, and stirring the murky, thin substance around with the cheap utensil...it seemed more chicken stock and frozen vegetable then chicken. Of course, staring down at it blankly, he didn't mind this for today only. Bring a spoon of 'soup' gently into his mouth, Junpei concluded that though it was edible enough, his usual liquid diet stuffs were sorely missed after this. At least the vegetable pieces were as soft as soaked bread...