Scene #172: Mazelike Canyons of Confusion

Owner	Pose
Naru Osaka	A random, out of the blue TXT to Kazuo: Apparently we're being used as a distraction by Usagi. But we get dinner out of the deal.
Kunzite	Response is reasonably quick. TXT: Does your roommate use you as a distraction often? And how did I get involved in this? (You gave Usagi food, Kazuo. You are now doomed. It's like eating in Fairyland, but in reverse.)
Naru Osaka	Clearly whatever Naru is doing, it is not as interesting as random text messages. TXT: Yes. I mean, it's a mutual thing. I use her as a distraction too. You got involved because I want sane back up.
Kunzite	TXT: What are we distracting from? If, of course, I should know so as not to accidentally redirect toward it. If I should dwell endlessly in mazelike canyons of confusion, so be it.
Naru Osaka	TXT: I will dwell with you in mazelike canyons of confusion in spite of having gotten the texts from Usagi. Apparently Darien and Koji are doing some sort of one up manship and ultimately it became steak dinner invitations that included both of us.
Kunzite	TXT: If we bring some canvas for shade, the canyons will at least be reasonably cool and comfortable until it rains. With, apparently, steak. Who's Koji?
Naru Osaka	TXT: Koji is another student at RHA and a friend of Darien's, I think? I've only met him once or twice. Nice enough guy, fond of shenanigans, but as far as I can tell, in a 'means well' sort of way. Grade 10, I think.
Kunzite	TXT: Oh, Silvia? Gymnastics? I haven't met him, but I've seeen him around. (... because ''everyone'' sees Koji around. In the background.)
Naru Osaka	TXT: Yes! Well, I assume yes on the Gymnastics, I didn't ask. He was an instigator on a study session that wasn't, because he watches too many RomComs.
Kunzite	TXT: Study session. TXT: RomComs. TXT: I wonder if remedial psychology is an elective.
Naru Osaka	TXT: We're teenagers. It won't help. A detailed study of more Rom Coms might, or it might backfire into vintage boom boxes behind held aloft as very loud and public stalking. Hard to say.
Kunzite	TXT: At least that last is a self-reporting and self-repairing problem, being a very public invitation to mayhem. I suppose the teachers would disapprove, though.
Naru Osaka	TXT: Depends on the teacher. I suspect Inai-sensei would be laughing her butt off while desperately trying to pretend she isn't.
Kunzite	TXT: And possibly critiquing the music choices and offering her ideas for better alternatives. Which might actually be better. Do we have a day scheduled for the dinner yet? So that I don't accidentally block it off for the wrong thing and abandon you to whatever I am supposed to be a model of sanity for.
Naru Osaka	TXT: Usagi didn't say. I'm hoping sooner rather than later, but I will let you know such that we can spend the evening trying to keep everything straight. My life was perhaps just as loud, but much more straightforward at our old school. Non boarding schools do not have students accidentally turning egg dishes into bioweapons.
Kunzite	TXT: I hate to have to introduce you to home economics classes. Or was this egg dish an independently mobile artillery platform?
Naru Osaka	TXT: I might not be the best cook in Tokyo (although my muffins are pretty good), but I can cook eggs without them turning into semi-sentient grey slime. I have no idea how that girl managed it.
Kunzite	TXT: I was going to make a joke about what happened to drained energy, but it's too easy to take seriously over text.
Naru Osaka	TXT: I promise I did not get any energy back from trying a little taste out of pure politeness. Coffee totally helped with that one.
Kunzite	TXT: Did it help enough to keep you out of the nurse's office?
Naru Osaka	TXT: Easy peasy. It was just gross, rather than losing HP. Apparently coffee is quite capable to settling a stomach that has Questions about your Choices. Although if eggs were going to drain energy, these were those eggs. Not subtle though.
Kunzite	TXT: I'm glad it was a minor debuff that you had the antidote to. And trying to eye myself for typing that even semi-seriously. I feel like a millennial or something. At any rate: glad you're Not Dead.
Naru Osaka	TXT: LOL! I'm also grateful to be Not Dead Yet. And thank you for agreeing to be my extra sanity while eating dead cow.
Kunzite	TXT: The dead cow will be most of the extra sanity. But I can at least be an extra target.