[center][color=#cc6666][h2]Arthur Howell[/h2][/color][/center]
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I stare at the woman for longer than I probably should, trying to piece together everything she keeps talking about. From 'Holy Grail War' to talking about classes like this was some role playing game. I'm still not sure I haven't found myself caught up in some elaborate LARP, for the record. It was at least less worrying to imagine that was the case than to stick with the assumption that this girl before me was completely insane. But, on the bright side, she was at least willing to find something different to wear.

[color=#cc6666]"Hold on."[/color]

Something else in bothering me much more. I get up, walking over to her side of the short table and kneeling down. [color=#cc6666]"Don't stab your food. Look, hold them like this—"[/color] I take her hand in mine, arranging the chopsticks between her fingers the [i]right[/i] way. [color=#cc6666]"You saw the way I was doing it, right? You're supposed to grab things with the chopsticks, not skewer them."[/color]

Rather than remain [i]too[/i] close, I back away as soon as I'm sure she's holding the chopsticks right, returning to my spot. Getting her more normal clothing would at least help keep her from standing out too much until I could figure out how beast to deal with her, sure...although who knows what she'll try and do once we're out and about.

But she keeps calling me her [i]master.[/i] And she took direction earlier. Maybe that'll be the ticket to keep her from causing trouble outside?

[color=#cc6666]"So. Kimonos, you were saying? Not a bad idea, but they aren't the most practical clothes in the world. We probably ought to find you some more typical wear, too, especially if you're going to be staying [i]undercover.[/i] Unless you [i]do[/i] want to borrow some of my spares."[/color] I look her up and down more appraisingly than I did before. I already know we're basically the same height, and she's not much thinner than me either.

[color=#cc6666]"Fit should work. You're not too far off from me, shouldn't even be too tight in the..."[/color]

My metaphorical train of thought runs off track as one half of my brain catches up to the other. I look back down at the food quickly, not bothering to finish that thought.

[color=#cc6666]"Anyways. Tonight?"[/color]