Snippet #2270463

She looked up, seeing the look on his face as he flipped through her drawings. "I know.. not the best, but.. I've been practicing." She said, opening her lunch again and pulling out some napkins, then looking at him.

She read his next note, looking back up at him. She passed him a pair, biting on the end of her own and slipping the cover off, them splitting them with her hand and her teeth. She was skilled with using her teeth to aide her, especially when it came to buttoning her clothes or retying her ribbons.

"Huh..? Oh, you come from a rich family? I don't... I guess it doesn't cost an arm and a leg to get in, otherwise I'd be limbless." She said, grinning a little, though.. her humor was out of place at the moment. She felt her face redden, looking down slightly. Her family was worried about how kids would treat her if she went on to her desired high school chioce, so they offered her the choice of going to Yamaku. Being a gray, empty shell of herself, she just nodded nad went on her way.

"I... don't mean to talk so much, I just talk whenever I, eh.. When I get a bit nervous." She said, shutting herself up as she dexterously slipped her chopsticks into her portion of the food, putting some on a napkin for herself and sliding the box torward him.

In the lunch box was a hefty heaping of rice and homemade curry with chopped vegetables, and a small side of teriyaki noodles. Another compartment held some apple and peach slices, the tangy taste of the peach and the crisp, sweet taste of the apple a delicious combination. She reached down, pulling out a thermal bag holding her drinks.

"Regular or chocolate?" She asked, pulling out two boxes that looked quite similar to a juicebox, setting them down beside their lunch. "And don't worry about feeling selfish. I was born with a small stomach and big lungs, so I breathe twice as much as I should eat." She said, blushing more. She guessed she could be a good singer, afterall... she had a compelling voice, and large lungs could be a sign she could hold a note for more than fifteen seconds.

"I'm... babbling again, aren't I..?" She asked softly, looking down out of her complex, intricate shyness that seemed to be a rollercoaster that afternoon. She had been that way since she was a child, her mother babying her and her father... her father was never really there, either. He worked when she went to school, and was asleep by the time she got home. Her grandmother wanted to help take care of her, and look where it got her. In a wheelchair, sharing her lunch with her new mute acquaintance at a school for disabled children.