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So Idia possibly knew about the incident? So Idia possibly knew about the incident?! Do you know how much whining he had to put up hearing from those who worked on the project?! About how much sand got into the parts?! Who takes a magical wheel to the beach like that!? Without shielding it so it wouldn't get jammed up with crap getting into the parts or damaging the paint?! It really was their own fault for lending it out before it was going to be presented, and Idia had pointed it out to them, called them all idiots, but he still had to put up with them whining about it!

"Do I look like an empty headed first year?!" Well done Vil, Idia's no longer nervous. Nerves were well gone with that implied accusation. "Don't compare me to them!" Why hadn't you been watching them better?! Keep your potatoes out of his dorm's work! "Do you have any clue how close they were to fucking up my dorm's project?!" Do you even have the first clue how much work it took to make a magical wheel when you didn't have production lines in place?!

Great start to this all, right?

Vil's brow rises very slow as Idia goes off on a rant immediately. Well, so much for a pleasant start to the afternoon. With an audible sigh, he plucks his sunglasses from his lapel and slides them on, as if preparing for a hail of spittle. It's not quite that bad, fortunately. "But they didn't, so your complaints should be aimed at the bleeding heart who borrowed it out."

He could snap back at Idia about the entire incident, but he's quick to rationalize that he simply does not care; at that point in time, he had been extremely focused on the VDC, and the efforts of all the other dorms fell beyond his purview and notice. He can't bring himself to reflect upon the cultural fair much at all, given his overblot and performing while injured kept him from venturing outside for the second day of events.

"Are you done? Our reservation is in ten minutes."

The reservation wasn't necessary, given the day-to-day activity in the town's restaurants, but it made it easier to plan the rest of the day.

There's an inhale, maybe a sign he was going to keep going. But instead Idia let it out as a long sigh, shoulders slumping as he deflated, that annoyance leaving him and returning him back to his normal self, his softer tone returning, "Yeah, yeah, I am." It was all such BS, but they had dealt with it. Later he still may prod at the fact Vil should had also stopped it, but for now, whatever.

Really Vil, the fact Idia had more obedience worked into his dorm than you did with your little apple is not a great thing...

"Where we going?" Idia had wanted to check out the full area digitally before showing up, but Ortho had told him to make it a surprise and just enjoy it. It was going to be a fun day out! His big brother should just go and have fun... much to Idia's dislike. So, he may not had fully checked it out... but he did make sure he had a backup set of information on his phone he brought just in case he has to leave and make a run from this all.

Oh good, allowing the rant and not trying to match Idia's yelling had worked. Dealing with his dorm, as well as the members of his NRC Tribe, have helped with Vil's impatience over the months, but it can still rear its head if he isn't mindful of it. It certainly doesn't help matters that Idia has his own brand of baffling neuroticism that he's only seen bits and pieces of through dorm leadership meetings over the past year until now.

"A small place called Midori at the end of the street. They primarily serve sushi -- as you do when you are by a port, I suppose -- but I asked ahead and they do serve ramen on specific days." It wouldn't be the most authentic environment and everything, but it would certainly be better than simply ordering ramen and eating it in the cafeteria.

Vil adjusts his sunglasses as he walks, looking over at passersby to ensure they aren't scrutinizing him. Either the glamour is working as intended, or Idia is just much more of eye-catching with that hair of his.

Idia's lip instantly turned up the mention of sushi. He hates raw fish! It's gross and slimy and cold! What the hell, Vil? But... yeah ok, it's not that bad that he can't be around it, he just won't go anywhere near it. He was here for the ramen. Really, not like he had much to compare it to if it did turn out bad, other than the instant stuff.

But he may have standards on how it's presented. After all, ramen shows up in plenty of anime, and it always looks so amazing! "Fine, whatever." Not like he can really be picky, right?

While they head off Idia is having his own issues with being 'scrutinized'. Whether it was actually happening or not, it was in his mind, he tugging his hoodie up even higher to try and hide in it better as his head drops, back arching into more of a slump than normal, anything to try and make him stand out less. This was a mistake. He knew it was a mistake! It was bad enough putting up with looks and whispers in the school, why was he going out in public like this?!

He just wants to go back to his room...

Fortunately, Vil's attention is focused forward as he eyes the restaurant signs down the walk, so he takes no notice of that reaction from Idia. Not that he would particularly care; they were there for the ramen first and foremost, and if Idia couldn't stand the even the faint smell of raw fish...

Well. That would be troublesome, but that was an issue for Future Vil and Idia.

For now, Vil talks over his shoulder as he leads the way to the end of the street. "I hope you did your own research as well. Unless you intend to just go with whatever is recommended to you by the server."

He should had prepared. He should had prepared! Why did he listen to Ortho on this?! 'You don't need to think so hard about it, big brother, it'll be fun. Go and have fun!' PFFFTTTTTT! ...he's an idiot... he should had gone with his gut feeling.

Though Idia's gut feeling was to not do this at all... and yet he's here... regretting this more and more...

Ehhhhh, "I-I-I-I," Ok, he's having issues answering this, too caught up in his head and calling himself an idiot. It's such a noob move... but, hey, that whole 'spontaneous outing and going with the flow' was a good trope! Eh, but that only works in media, doesn't it, clearly not irl.

He's such an idiot. "I, ah, I, ah... I-I-I'll just... see once there." Idiot. Idiot. Idiot!

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