Location: Beryl Town
Interacting With: Noah Magnolia
@Brose "A chef." Kazu's immediate response was dry and more than a little distracted - she'd stopped paying full attention when the professor had turned down her attempt to return the egg. She'd specifically been trying to
avoid this responsibility. If the professor's go-to solution was
duct tape though, the damage couldn't have been that serious, at least. Her mind spun through logistics as she looked down at it. It was close to hatching, so she wouldn't have to lug it around for too long. Seriously, what had those booth attendants been thinking giving this to a kid?
"World renowned, actually," she continued as she carefully moved the egg to a single aching arm. With her free hand, she swung her backpack around to her front (she usually only wore it on one side - while sub-optimal for her posture,
very convenient for times like this). Expression neutral, her indigo eyes flicked up to him as she unzipped her bag.
"Omelets to die for."And, ok, maybe she'd been a
little irritated at hearing the barest hint of a lecture in his tone.
Kazu shoved her arm into her bag, trying to negotiate with her cluttered belongings for space. If she had to carry this egg around in her arms until it hatched, they were gonna fall off - she just hoped her bag straps could hold out longer. Astra poked her little pink head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the tall stranger (taller than Kazu, at least) through strands of white hair. Her nose twitched as she sniffed the air. The moment Kazu's hair parted enough that the Cleffa had a full view though, she chirped and hid back behind her trainer's neck. Kazu felt her nestle deeper into the hood of her old jacket. The corner of her mouth quirked up fondly as she finished fitting the egg into her bag. The seams pulled precariously, and her sketchpad was going to be dented in a very egg-shaped curve by the end of the day, but it would do for now. Kazu maneuvered her bag onto both shoulders, feeling the weight heavy on her shoulders. At least it supported Astra from below, lessening the pull on her hood. Maybe she'd buy a new bag and jacket with that Morpheus-sponsored cash infusion. Wouldn't that be novel?
Schooling her face into a polite, if detached, smile, Kazu looked back up at the professor.
"Sorry to hold you up. Thanks for the...y'know." Kazu waived a hand over her shoulder.
"Event." Readjusting her bag, she brought two fingers up to her temple in a mock salute.
"No more egg dropping." With that, Kazu turned - it was time to get this show on the road. Astra spun in the hood, finally with an unobstructed view of the professor and his Zorua. She sniffed the air again before waving a tentative good-bye. The fabric of her bag twitched as the egg fidgeted within.