Its a couple hours after sunrise when John finally comes inside, his hood still pulled up over his head and he is eating A piece of bread he… probably bought from some place nearby, chewing on the slightly doughy construct like its gourmet food. Then again, who knows what manner of fare he was surviving on when he was living at home. Taking a slow, long glance around the room, he inspects the reception area thoroughly, before he looks at the dining area, which is probably fairly bustling with people. Not overly crowded, but its getting there, what from the morning crown and the nocturnal D-bee’s.
Probably idly pondering something highly obscure and esoteric (Like the price of the breakfast here, perhaps?) he slowly makes his way to the dining area to at least see about finding a way to buy a meal.
Kaji’s in the kitchen this morning. It’s not his shift today but he likes making his own breakfast sometimes, and there’s something to be enjoyed about being in a warm kitchen smelling all the delicious scents of whatever’s cooking.
It’s moments later after John’s gotten himself seated that the displaced necromancer wanders out with a plate of some thick, bacon-like slabs cooked to a slight crisp, forming a v-shaped mouth to two over-medium eggs for eyes that sit in the middle of just as many pieces of toast. In his hand he carries a mug of something steaming, most likely the hot chocolatey-like drink for which he and Miss Suss have spouted about.
“…oh! There you are!” he says when he catches sight of John.
Having gotten out one of his ‘travel logs’ from his bag, John is reclining in a back corner at the moment, his gaze on the page when he heres… “Oh! There you are!” come from seemingly nowhere. Not realizing the other necromancer was talking to him, the young magi has his brows furrowed as he reads one of the few grimoires he brought from home. Not a salvaged one, it is a little obscure, focused primarily on middle level illusion magics (tricks of the light), waiting patiently for some of the crowd to move away from the food area before venturing over to see about procuring himself some. His flask (which should be empty by now, probably), is on the table and looks to be… Just a metal flask. You’d have to actually pick it up to know how much waters in it
Huh. Maybe the guy didn’t hear him? Or he could just be really swallowed up in his reading. Kaji can get that. Shrugging to himself, he turns to duck back into the kitchen where he shovels half of his plate onto another and grabs another set of utensils, sliding them into his pocket with the others he’d gotten for himself. Two plates balanced over one arm and hand, two mugs held in his other hand, Kaji then heads back out.
“Hey, you eat yet?” he asks John once he reaches the table, setting down the plates and the mugs. He nudges one of each over in the other mage’s direction, pausing a moment before he moves to pick up the flask, if only to avoid knocking it over as he shifts plates about.
The flask is full. Probably of whatever he was drinking earlier. Blinking momentarily, the man that has the skin color of a vampire looks up at… What was his name… “Umm… Nothing interesting.” He ends with a shrug as John closes the titleless book and sets it down before seeing… Food. And a drink of some sort… Reaching over to pick up his mug, he frowns as he looks in it, before asking quietly “How much does it cost?” his tone soft and thoughtful, before he looks up at Kaji, seemingly not even having noticed that the man had gone into the kitchen after leaving it to shovel the food onto the plate, although that might just be because he has a perfectly bland expression on his face.
The man’s complexion is a little surprising, but Kaji’s seen others just as pale so he doesn’t think much on the matter. Maybe that’s why John was so bundled up yesterday.
Kaji does make a bit of a face at less than informative response, but he doesn’t push the subject as he sits down in an empty spot across from the other. “The drink that Miss Suss and I were talking about before,” he explains as he notes John’s look at the mug. At the question of cost, Kaji waves a hand dismissively. “Eh, don’t worry about it. This one’s on me.” He sets out the utensils he’d carried in his pockets, grabbing his own fork and spoon, the latter of which he uses to poke at the yolk sitting within the hole that’s apparently been cut out of the toast.
Not suspicious at allll… At least, John is canny enough to not show the distrust, even as he nods before putting it down and saying politely “Thank you, then, for the meal.” Inclining his head slightly before reaching over to his utensils, staring at the bird in a nest upon his plate, and not asking aloud whether or not the bacon is a lie. Instead, he cuts a piece out of the toast and stabs it with a fork, before asking quietly “So… You seem a long way from home?” His tone mostly commenting on the Japanese heritage, it seems a easy way to make small talk. If not the most accepted
Kaji certainly doesn’t look suspicious, if only because he’s too busy stuffing his face. Dino eggs and bacon! Dino egg-toast? He’s been here long enough that trying to substitute dino meats and whatever odd animals are the norm around here in place of things he’s more used to has become something he’s more used to. Of course, nothing beats having beef or lamb. But the dino-burgers he’s introduced to the menu haven’t been completely shunned, so there’s that.
“Buh?” He blinks over at John around a mouthful of toast and bacon, sheepishly chewing and swallowing. “Er. Yeah. You could say that,” he replies.
Nodding, John drops it as he takes a respectable, almost dainty bite… If only to show up Kaji’s pig fest, making sure to chew slowly and savor every bit of the burned toast. about the only thing that will surprise him is that they use meat here, rather then label it simply ‘mystery meat of the day’. Taking a sip of the hot chocolate, however, causes him to stop, swallow slowly, before he stares at the cup quietly. And lengthily. Before, after a moments scrutiny, asking quietly “What poison did you put in this to make it taste so… Interesting?” He’ll wait till after he knows if he is going to die soon before deciding if its good or not.
Hey, he can’t help it if he enjoys food! Kaji does at least seem to slow down in eating a little as he notes the almost careful way that John digs into his own plate. He does peer in eager curiosity as the mage finally tries the drink, failing at biting down a smile.
…a smile that turns somewhat clueless at the question. “Huh? What do you mean, poison? Why would I give you poison!” Wow this guy’s weird!!
“I don’t know. Paranoid, I guess.” He ends with a shrug, even as he takes another slow, careful sip, before saying quietly “Its… good. whats this called again?” John glances back up to Kaji, not really noticing the man had slowed down his eating, although he does have to suppress the slight smirk that wants to creep up on him when he managed to so thoroughly mess with the other man’s head, before he tilts his head and asks quietly “So whats the story with… S whatever and mousie?”
He does take on a mutter of “The cute red head, the psychic mouse, and the spider woman who wants to nibble your giblets?”
Kaji makes a face, snorting a bit before he picks up his own mug to sip from. “Hot chocolate. Or close to it,” he says before returning to gnawing on a bit of the thick bacon-like slabs. He arches a brow as John asks more questions.
“What do you mean, what’s the story? Slaine is Slaine and Miss Suss is Miss Suss,” Kaji says matter-of-factly. “Slaine’s the granddaughter of the owner of this place, who just goes by Gran. Don’t make her upset, by the way.” Which? He doesn’t clarify. “And Miss Suss helps around here. So if you see floating dishes and things or moving furniture with no one nearby, that’s probably her.” Pause. “Also, watch where you step.”
He frowns around a mouthful of toast. “Professor Ingerhast is the spider woman. Not sure how long she’s been a professor at the Academy but I get the impression that she’s been around in general for a really long time.”
Nodding slowly, John frowns before tilting his head and asks quietly “So don’t piss off… Who, exactly? And I was more of meaning the bit about the crown?” He leans back in his seat and continues to slowly sip his hot chocolate… “Whats your name again?” He asks softly as he stares at the other man.
Reaching over towards his book, he puts it down on the seat beside him, before he reaches up to pull the hood of his cloak back slowly, just enough to unbare his face and some of his hair while he study’s the other man curiously and quietly.
“In general? Probably good not to piss off anyone,” Kaji says as he nibbles at more bacon. “But it’s best to stay on Gran’s good side.” He tilts his head thoughtfully. “Mm…not sure that’s my business to say,” he says in regards to the crown. “To be fair, I don’t know much about it myself.”
Blinking again, he gives John a look as if to ask ‘what, really?’ “…it’s Kaji.”
He picks up his mug, curling his fingers around it to warm his hands, peering over it as he takes another drink when he sees the mage remove his hood. “…what?” It’s weird being stared at.
“Sorry.” He mutters before turning his gaze back down at his drink, before he starts drinking it slowly faster, as John absorbs the words. One of his legs starts bouncing quietly as he finishes his drink, before he slowly starts eating his food again. He might, accidentally, end up hiding behind his hair partially, probably not overly shy, however, but possibly a bit awkwardly
Kaji shrugs and goes back to his meal, which is by then nearly done. “Food okay? Is that enough?” he asks after a moment, mopping up the remaining yolk with a last bite of toast.
He nods quietly, saying softly “Yes, its more then enough. Thank you, Kaji.” His words quietly spoken, John doesn’t really smile much, instead seeming to think about something for a long moment, before asking softly “So whats Vesper like, exactly? Or have you, ummm… Not been around that long?” Stretching slowly in his seat, he seems to be a bit fatigued despite more or less reclining on his seat with a slightly satisfied look in his eyes.
“Ah, you’re welcome.” John might not smile, but Kaji does, glad breakfast suffices. He nudges his plate aside so he can put his mug in front of him, not that it’s like to last very long either.
There’s a bit of a frown as Kaji thinks about it, how long he’s been here. “I’ve…probably been here at least a year now,” he says, looking up at the ceiling as though the rafters held more specific answers. He’s missed a birthday somewhere in there. How’s that even count when you weren’t from the version of this world? Not something he’s tried to work out for everything else that’s been going on.
“Vesper’s nice though. It’s busy, and there’s plenty to do and see. Gotta be careful here and there, of course, but that’s with every place I’m sure.”