Xiro Zean
Sloth
"Mm, that sounds like an interesting ability, Kazeno-san. How about yours Na-"
Sasaki's body tensed up, ready to spring into action as his hand crushed his chopsticks in twain the moment he felt the AIM - the pressure given off by telekinetics specifically - in the area shift towards him. It wasn't intentional by any means, and if he could've stopped it he would've. Unfortunately, even though it had been a few years since the last time he dealt with anything of that ilk, his instinctual responses to these sorts of events was still very 'fight' rather than flight.
It didn't help that the crowd on the other side of the cafeteria was getting more volatile by the second. Did that middle schooler just throw a bloody chicken? What the actual fuck?
After a few moments of silence from the giant, Sasaki rested his fist on the table and opened his hand, allowing the broken bits of chopstick to remain on the table. His body wasn't soft enough for any splinters, so he didn't have to worry about anything like that. "...Ara, sorry about that," he sighed, sweeping up the dust and shards of his broken eating utensils. There was no explanation from the giant as he stood from his seat. "I'll take you up on that offer, Namashiya-san," he said quietly, leaving for a moment to dispose of his broken chopsticks and get a new pair.
Sasaki mentally chastised himself as he walked away from and back to the table. He'd be interacting more and more with friendly espers and magicians, the more time he spent at this academy. He couldn't just go around preparing for conflict with every little show of power he comes across! This was the 21st century dammit! Who goes around challenging people to du- Actually that was a dumb question. Trigger-happy espers were a dime a dozen. Case and point: a couple meters behind him.
Sasaki retuned to the trio's lonely table with a forced-looking smile that was somehow more unsettling than his regular resting bitch face. He caught enough of the discussion left over to figure that they were discussing what to do with the duck.
"I don't see what's wrong with giving the duck to sensei. What could go wrong?" Sasaki asked innocently, "At worst you only see it in class, and at best-worst?-she gives it back to you."
Poor Sasaki, if only he knew.
"Does the duck have a name?" he mused, snapping the attached pair and digging back into his remaining pile of food with a fervor. It was almost impressive, in the same way watching a python consume an alligator whole was. Eventually he completely excavated his mountain of food - which was now a mountain of piled dishes and plates - which left Kotori's rice as the one remaining food article left. He nodded to the creator of the dish before taking a tentative bite.
"...!"
Sasaki stopped the movement of his mouth as his eyes widened, brow furrowed. He swallowed and took another. And another. And another. And eventually the rice was gone too. "Ara..." Sasaki remarked sheepishly, "...I didn't 'try' so much as 'completely ate' your rice... Sorry."
@Feisty-Pants
@ClocktowerEchos
Sasaki's body tensed up, ready to spring into action as his hand crushed his chopsticks in twain the moment he felt the AIM - the pressure given off by telekinetics specifically - in the area shift towards him. It wasn't intentional by any means, and if he could've stopped it he would've. Unfortunately, even though it had been a few years since the last time he dealt with anything of that ilk, his instinctual responses to these sorts of events was still very 'fight' rather than flight.
It didn't help that the crowd on the other side of the cafeteria was getting more volatile by the second. Did that middle schooler just throw a bloody chicken? What the actual fuck?
After a few moments of silence from the giant, Sasaki rested his fist on the table and opened his hand, allowing the broken bits of chopstick to remain on the table. His body wasn't soft enough for any splinters, so he didn't have to worry about anything like that. "...Ara, sorry about that," he sighed, sweeping up the dust and shards of his broken eating utensils. There was no explanation from the giant as he stood from his seat. "I'll take you up on that offer, Namashiya-san," he said quietly, leaving for a moment to dispose of his broken chopsticks and get a new pair.
Sasaki mentally chastised himself as he walked away from and back to the table. He'd be interacting more and more with friendly espers and magicians, the more time he spent at this academy. He couldn't just go around preparing for conflict with every little show of power he comes across! This was the 21st century dammit! Who goes around challenging people to du- Actually that was a dumb question. Trigger-happy espers were a dime a dozen. Case and point: a couple meters behind him.
Sasaki retuned to the trio's lonely table with a forced-looking smile that was somehow more unsettling than his regular resting bitch face. He caught enough of the discussion left over to figure that they were discussing what to do with the duck.
"I don't see what's wrong with giving the duck to sensei. What could go wrong?" Sasaki asked innocently, "At worst you only see it in class, and at best-worst?-she gives it back to you."
Poor Sasaki, if only he knew.
"Does the duck have a name?" he mused, snapping the attached pair and digging back into his remaining pile of food with a fervor. It was almost impressive, in the same way watching a python consume an alligator whole was. Eventually he completely excavated his mountain of food - which was now a mountain of piled dishes and plates - which left Kotori's rice as the one remaining food article left. He nodded to the creator of the dish before taking a tentative bite.
"...!"
Sasaki stopped the movement of his mouth as his eyes widened, brow furrowed. He swallowed and took another. And another. And another. And eventually the rice was gone too. "Ara..." Sasaki remarked sheepishly, "...I didn't 'try' so much as 'completely ate' your rice... Sorry."
@Feisty-Pants
@ClocktowerEchos