[b][i] – Kathy[/i][/b]

Feeling quite comfortable in her seat, Kathy was almost certain that if something didn’t start soon she would start nodding off. Luckily for her, someone was willing to engage her and keep her occupied until the meeting began. “Good to see you too Darwin.” Kathy greeted, smiling as she tilted her head up to face him.

Then watching him pull a chair up to where she was, she let out a small laugh. “Crashmania?” She repeated with an amused smile. [i]‘A nickname on top of a nickname.’[/i] She thought, then realized, [i]‘I guess I’m the same too though. Calling him Bandicoot and all.’[/i] She waved the question off and answered, “I’m not staying away from anyone. I just thought it’d be good to lounge here until the meeting.”

She had been leaning back into the comfort of the lounge chair even as Darwin moved a chair of his own right next to her, but now she straightened herself up and began to look around them. “… Is he here?” She asked, having noticed the slight implications behind the unicorn’s words. Crash’s messy red hair should’ve easy for her to detect, but while sitting down a good portion of her view was concealed by others standing in the area.
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[b][i] – Leroy[/i][/b]

Leroy laughed, “Yeah, who would’ve guessed?” He thought back to their meeting at the academy. [i]‘Interesting. I accidentally poisoned my roommate on the first day of meeting him.’[/i] He didn’t feel too guilty about it. First of all, the result had been alright and Seven was still alive despite it. And secondly, he personally thought the bakeneko himself should’ve known about the sort of things he could eat and couldn’t eat. If he didn’t, then he should’ve started with small bites of potentially harmful products. No harm, no foul. That’s how he saw it. And it wasn’t as though he had forced Seven to ingest chocolate either. He had only asked the bakeneko if he could, then introduced him to chocolate products in the cafeteria because he had asked Leroy to point them out.

After listening to Seven talk about the rabbit, he shrugged and replied, “Just finish it before it rots then. Do what you want in your room, but I don’t want any foul odours flying around.” Then he followed the bakeneko out and started to head for the mandatory meeting. On the way there, he patted his pockets for the familiar shapes of the ink bottles he carried around. He had two in his right pocket, and one in his left. He didn’t know what this meeting would be about, so he wanted to make sure that he had his ink bottles with him ‘just in case’.