[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/DmjRHYr.png?1[/img]
[h3][color=548b54]Dulga Tarata[/color][/h3][/center]

After letting Hatori in Dulga sat on her bed, leaning against her Ryukyu body plush. She decided that she’ll let Hatori lead the conversation and ask questions since Dulga herself didn’t really know what to talk about. Hatori seemed to be the chatty type. [color=548b54]”Minimalist... I tried that once. But I like having things.”[/color] Dulga wondered who her roommate was. No one Dulga knew seemed like the type of girl who was a minimalist. Then again Dulga hardly knows everyone. Only about six maybe seven people even knew her name.

[color=548b54]”There might be left overs. But maybe not. Dinner was good. One of the students made Beef Steak on fried rice. They made cake too.”[/color] Dulga squeezes her plush as she looked aimlessly at the floor. [color=548b54]”They also made fried pickles. I love fried pickles.”[/color] it didn’t matter to Dulga that the pickles were badly made, she just enjoyed the fact they even made them. She wondered if she should go thank whoever made it.

When the topic of Dulga’s gunbench was brought up she already had a white lie ready for it. [color=548b54]”I tinker with my gadgets there. My quirk has its uses but to cover for what I lack, I used various tools to help me as a hero.”[/color] Dulga felt this was a satisfactory answer. She wasn’t lying, just hiding the fact her “tools” were “lots and lots of guns”. Dulga touched the pistol hidden underneath her cloak for comfort as she hugged her body doll. [color=548b54]”i might have combat training tomorrow so I’ll need to make sure my tools are ready.”[/color]

[@Stale Pizza]