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[i][color=cc3333]All these uniforms,[/color][/i] Ryunosuke thought to himself, [i][color=cc3333]yet I can hardly tell who the hell is who.
Whatever, not my problem.[/color][/i]

Continuing at his meal, he takes a pinch with his chopsticks at a slice of deep-fried pork, dipping it lightly in the sauce before quickly popping it in his mouth. Chewing away, he then stuffs some lettuce in to match the flavor, eventually managing to swallow it all down. He finishes his act up with a sip of ramune to wash it all down. With the mundanely quiet [i]clink[/i] of the marble rolling against the lid, he places his drink back on the table. Realizing his rather hasty and poor manners, he awkwardly looks away, wiping his mouth and taking a breath.
[i][color=cc3333][b]Nobody [/b]saw that...
Right?

Oh, whatever.[/color][/i]
Ryunosuke silently scans the area once more, this time trying to match names to faces.
[i][color=cc3333]Hm, some foreigner, a few girls. None of them were in my class last year. I wonder if any of them would so much as recognize me- no, even recognize that I exist. Pfft, I can dream.. but maybe not [b]too[/b] much. THEN AGAIN...[/color][/i]
Said monologue trails off into an expected 'spacing out' zone, causing Ryunosuke to once again lose himself in the moment. Instinctively, he checks his watch: 7:26. School would start in an hour or so, so he had time to kick back for another 30-40, by estimate. Rather than hurry off to the school, he opts to instead stay and scope the scene out for the time being. Finishing up his meal, a waitress takes it away and takes his order of a canned ice coffee (mocha) and a matcha ice cream.