[center][color=ed1c24][b][h3]Haka-Mesuka[/h3][/b][/color][color=ed1c24][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Conscripts], [@Roccanironclad][/center]
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	Haka-Mesuka kept her back turned to Ash as he introduced himself, sipping her mint water slowly as the man apologized for his somewhat oblivious nature. He seemed polite enough; even made his roommates a snack as a gesture of friendship. Yet, such generic gestures of kindness would not easily negate Mesuka's willingness to distaste the fellow Lycan. As Mortem wrote the Haka-born a note, Mesuka finally turned herself to face Ash. Upon the wooden island-table was a plate of... food. Honestly, Mesuka could not identify the meal as anything she had ever seen; it was almost completely foreign. Truly, she wouldn't have been propelled to taste the dish at all if it were not for the note Mortem passed her:

[center][color=8493ca][i]"You can have my taco, you look cold."[/i][/color][/center]

	So, they were called [i]"tacos"[/i]. Alright. Mesuka gave Mortem a small smile and a [color=ed1c24][i]"Thank you"[/i][/color] before completely glaring at Ash as she reached for the food platter. Tacos seemed to be morsels of meat within hardened shells, apparently. Mesuka took the first Baja Taco off the plate and looked at it for a second. It looked a little like an oyster or muscle, perhaps that was how she was supposed to eat it? Cracking open the shell of the taco, Mesuka ate the fish meat and other ingredients before discarding the supposedly unedible outer carapace of her snack into the nearest trash can. Honestly, though, the snack was great; an array of acidic flavors complimented the fish meat very well, and the Haka-born was not disappointed with such a taste. [color=ed1c24][i]"You've prepared these well"[/i][/color], Mesuka said in a rather rough tone to her cook, grimacing at the thought alone of thanking him. She reached for and ate the second taco, in the same fashion as before, her sharp eyes and features burning into Ash's person from across the table.

	If it only were not for Yukka, none of these pleasantries would have to be exchanged. If she did not use her [i]"manners"[/i] and make nice with her cohorts, she would never hear the end of it. And, honestly, she hated that frog's annoying, cowardly tone more than anything else. Perhaps that was why he was assigned to the Lycan; he had a way of getting to her in that way. With a big gulp of her mint tea, Mesuka finally addressed the room. [color=ed1c24][i]"With all my moving, I've had no time to study for first classes. I was wondering if... any of you would like to come to the library with me. At the very least, we could go sit in the school court-yard. I think it's a little more sunny outside than when I first arrived."[/i][/color], the Haka-born questioned, perturbed by the mention of [i]any[/i] in her sentence. The thought of being alone and having to converse more with Ash gave her headaches. But, studying had to be done, and Yukka had talked her ear off last night about this:

[center][color=c4df9b][i]"You have to engage with more people, Mesuka! Promise me you'll at least try to. Study or play sports with someone tommorow, please?"
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[color=ed1c24][i]"Fine."[/i][/color][/center]