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Pushing open the two doors, Karada made his way into the cafeteria to see that it was fairly populated. The goat boy, Gank, was sitting at the table, alongside the white-haired girl from earlier. While he didn't see who it was, he did hear another person in the connected kitchen, and the sounds of bubbling oil revealed that a still active fryer was being used. The room itself was, like the rest of the house, old and beautiful. Karada walked forwards, making his way towards the kitchen while doing his best to hide the limp, before Gankona noticed and called out to him.

[color=f9ad81]"Ay, Karada, throw me two cigs and a light. I need my sixth smoke for the day."[/color]

Karada reached into his pocket, pulling out two cigarettes and one of the matches he had with him. He tossed the two to Gankona. Most people would probably be a little pissed that someone was going through their cigarettes so quickly, but Karada really couldn't care less - He rarely got past a single pack in a month, and he hated the taste anyways. Gankona caught the three items, revealing the condition of his hand - it was red, and had slight burns all across it. They looked fairly minor, and looking at his plate revealed that he most likely spilled grease on his hand while cooking. The chunks of fried material seemed to be too small to be fried chicken or a meat product, and Karada was stumped on what it was. Karada was about to turn and enter into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich, before Gankona called out again.

[color=f9ad81]"I think the other blondie is gonna make pizzas. Take a seat if you want."[/color]

Karada sighed slightly. He was thankful to the blond boy, 'Yuri' if he remembered from the introductions they made. Karada was very tired from the fight and patching up his wound, so not needing to make your own food was a very nice prospect. Slowly, Karada made his way over to the table that the two were seated at, before gently lowering himself into a chair. The girl seemed to have a plate of grilled cheese, with some meat inside of the bread, and was just as small as she was earlier. Karada now noticed that Gank was offering her the second cigarette, to which she was vehemently refusing to take. At least he wasn't the only person who didn't like the taste of cigarettes, but the fact that the bug girl didn't like smoke was pretty hilarious. Karada turned his head quickly to the boy that had just entered, the black haired young man that entered throwing a glance to the table before slowly reaching into his bag and pulling out a small tube...

It was bug spray. A slight chuckle escaped Karada's throat, before he stifled it quickly. He found the expression on the boy's face to be completely hilarious, and the careful way he walked towards the group only added onto the humor. Quickly, Karada adopted a straight face. After all, he was supposed to be the serious guy. He chose to acknowledge Kaz's existence, but not comment.

Instead, he turned to the group. Perhaps this would be a good time to get to know one another, to learn each other's stories. Perhaps they could find some common ground with one another. Of course, Karada had no desire to share the circumstances for his coming here, and chose to instead sit with the group in silence, awaiting for Yuri to finish the meal. All the while, he did his best to avoid the white-haired girl's gaze. He still was apprehensive towards women. After all, he was nearly inconsolable after the incident that sent him to Reject High, so it would be understandable. Despite this, he still felt childish for being afraid of a girl he was nearly a foot taller than and must have been nearly double her weight.