-Tora. Now exiting the Mess Hall with slight haste from the previous, rather... 'messy' encounter, the pair of hardheaded cadets stationed themselves
at the front porch of the large sort of cafeteria. The larger, more heavy set male leaned himself just left of the door, crossing his arms across his broad chest before releasing a quiet sigh through his nostrils. The first day, and he had already gotten into something...
His redheaded counterpart placed herself up and onto the wooden railing completely, shifting her rear onto the wood and spinning her legs clockwise at a one eighty until eventually managing to turn herself 'round successfully. They even had the both sort of deflating glare, that followed the sky down and up, in almost unamusement.
After a long, rather common silence hung in the drafty air of the camp, Lucas finally spoke.
"...Wasn't very ladylike, what you called that lass back there..." His dark auburn eyes tracing Tora's face for any sort of amusing response, his own cheek twitching at a small smirk.
The girl snorted quietly, giving off her own mocking grin before she shook her head.
It's a shame she'll never figure it out."
"As far as we know..."
...
The conversation halted a bit, breaking at a rather stern quiet that lasted only a moment or so. The cadet shifted her weight over once more, until facing her companion with a doubtful raise of her brow.
"I'm sure we'd be running 'till kingdom come if they did..."
Tora's voice grumbled rather lowly, her silver eyes darting around as she lowered her tone. Lucas did the same, his own lips curling back to a snarl as he hissed through gritted teeth.
"We don't. Know that." The male repeated once more, sounding like a disapproving father as he scolded her.
...And, clamping her jaw shut, the girl heaved a heavy sort of pouting huff through her flared nostrils, brows furrowing.
"...No more. Unless it's urgent, between us, nothing."
Lucas' "honorary little sister" didn't so much as seem to respond to the demand. His knuckles tightening, the boy repeated himself once more.
"Tora."
...
Tora, I'm being serio-"
"Alright, fuck!"
at the front porch of the large sort of cafeteria. The larger, more heavy set male leaned himself just left of the door, crossing his arms across his broad chest before releasing a quiet sigh through his nostrils. The first day, and he had already gotten into something...
His redheaded counterpart placed herself up and onto the wooden railing completely, shifting her rear onto the wood and spinning her legs clockwise at a one eighty until eventually managing to turn herself 'round successfully. They even had the both sort of deflating glare, that followed the sky down and up, in almost unamusement.
After a long, rather common silence hung in the drafty air of the camp, Lucas finally spoke.
"...Wasn't very ladylike, what you called that lass back there..." His dark auburn eyes tracing Tora's face for any sort of amusing response, his own cheek twitching at a small smirk.
The girl snorted quietly, giving off her own mocking grin before she shook her head.
It's a shame she'll never figure it out."
"As far as we know..."
...
The conversation halted a bit, breaking at a rather stern quiet that lasted only a moment or so. The cadet shifted her weight over once more, until facing her companion with a doubtful raise of her brow.
"I'm sure we'd be running 'till kingdom come if they did..."
Tora's voice grumbled rather lowly, her silver eyes darting around as she lowered her tone. Lucas did the same, his own lips curling back to a snarl as he hissed through gritted teeth.
"We don't. Know that." The male repeated once more, sounding like a disapproving father as he scolded her.
...And, clamping her jaw shut, the girl heaved a heavy sort of pouting huff through her flared nostrils, brows furrowing.
"...No more. Unless it's urgent, between us, nothing."
Lucas' "honorary little sister" didn't so much as seem to respond to the demand. His knuckles tightening, the boy repeated himself once more.
"Tora."
...
Tora, I'm being serio-"
"Alright, fuck!"