Eliab Looked at his watch and saw the time. "Well, since we don't have time for a park, we might as well head back to campus."
This gave Rebecca an idea. "And, why don't we head over to Eliab's dorm? We'll have time before curfew for something."
Eliab gave a questioning look towards his sister. "Hva er vinkel med dette?"
What's your angle with this?Rebecca smirked. "Ingenting. Det er bare du fikk noen hyggelig gizmoer som du brukte til å prank meg. Jeg er sikker på at hun ønsker å ta en titt."
Nothing. It's just you got some nice gizmos that you used to prank me. I'm sure she'd like to take a look."Hva om ting du brukt på meg, da?"
What about the stuff you used on me, then?"Kanskje neste gang."
Maybe next time.Over at Eliab's dorm, Rebecca began showing Kat the different gadgets her brother used in pranks, much to Eliab's annoyance. He knew she was trying to help, yet he also realized she could take things a little too far, sometimes.
Rebecca brought out one of her favorites that was used on her. "This one just cracked me up when it activated! I stepped on the button without realizing it while practicing on my own for gymnastics, and down came these fake waffles from so many different directions, and afterwards came a recording being played. It was from a scene in an episode of Invader Zim!"
She brought out the recorder and played the exact thing she was talking about: Gir going,
"Guess who made waffles?"Eliab could not help but laugh along with Rebecca, then say, "Kind of funny you thought it was hilarious, considering how dedicated a gymnast you are."
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Charles grit his teeth at how Roland was about to fight him in a restaurant, of all places, let alone while the half-Scotsman was in no condition for such a confrontation. Not only that, but taking someone's crutch away? That was low, and it seemed to have sealed Charles' dislike towards the person. It was great that Giovanni was there to intervene, which meant at least
one of the two he could trust.
Agatha, though, at the moment of seeing a near-confrontation, froze stiffly as she heard the voices of hatred in Athens, all over again in her mind. The particular memory was of when her grandfather on her mother's side, whom was still alive, pointed his cane at one of the anti-Turk advocates with an explanation of how Jesus demanded love even for enemies, only to have his cane snatched from him and nearly used to smack him upside the head while being branded a traitor. Thankfully, nobody was hurt, that day, but it caused quite a riot in town due to people being outraged at the idea of attacking an elderly person. The poor Grecian young woman only got out of her day-nightmare when Charles poked her in the shoulder before sitting next to Sasha.
When Charles looked at the menu, he spotted a particular type of wine on the menu (which is a bit on the sweet side and semi-sparkling). "Ah, so they have Moscato here, eh? One won't hurt, and I'm not going to overdo it like that French idiot, whom was begging for trouble from both the owner of this place and the cops!"
Agatha interjected with, "You were kind of egging him on my poking him, though..."
"True. Well, anyway, let's forget about that."
What am I saying? This will stay with me for a while.Agatha went with a root beer (since she never got used to the alcohol in the wines she saw fellow Greeks drinking back in Athens), plus some
Sorrentina. Charles, on the other hand, ordered a glass of Moscato and a plate of Piadina, which was basically Italian Flatbread, this one having Fontina and Prosciutto included on there, as well as tomato and basil, among other things. Charles used the time all three had to come up with wacky thing to talk about to make the ladies smile and possibly laugh, including a moment where someone misunderstood that he was referring to a baby bird when he said "chick".
"You should have seen the lad's when he realized what I actually meant! Absolutely priceless! That's the dumbing down of society for you!"
Agatha, after some hard laughing, nodded. "Without a shadow of doubt!"
Once everyone was finished, Charles paid for everyone's meals, pluss added the tip, and called for Kenneth (his uncle's chauffer), to pick them up. Once he hung up, he glanced over, with a mischievous smile, towards Sasha. "Don't have to worry about paying for a cab ride, this time."
Waiting along the curb, they spotted the limo, a slim man who appeared to be in his late thirties coming out of it to open the door for the trio. "You know the etiquette, sir."
Charles chuckled with eyes rolling, "Yeah, I know, Kenneth. It's not like I forget to use such manners or anything, but anyway..." The red-head stepped aside. "Ladies first."
Agatha decided to let Sasha go in first, stepping right behind her before Charles got in last. And, of course, what ride with Kenneth would not be complete without the two guys teasing each other along the way? Among other things teased about was how Charles's hair (which stopped at the shoulders) could possibly make people mistake him for a girl, which always brought laughs to both of them.
Charles shrugged. "It's always like this between Ken and I."
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Akira placed a hand behind his neck in embarrassment. "Oh! Gomen'nasi! I forgot to introduce myself!" Looking back at Cameryn, he stated, "Well, anyway, my name is Akira Sasaki." He held his hands up in protest. "And no, the Vice Headmaster is my aunt, not my mother. I tend to get that a lot, so I'm just pointing it out so we're clear." Lowering his hands, he added, "Anyway, I think we have the same dance class, don't we? As well as a couple others before that?"
True to what his first name implies, Akira is indeed smart, which showed in his being in Trigonometry class with the girl. He was also in her Physics, Cooking, and Modern World Studies classes. Granted, Akira could cook, though he was not yet familiar with non-Asian dishes, having learned mainly how to cook Japanese meals before transferring to Masuta Academy. As for sports, he mainly played baseball (try-outs were next week).
Looking at his watch, he knew Aiko (his aunt) would arrive at the spot he was told to be at, soon. "Well, it's close to time, so you want to come along with me? Where she's picking me up is not far from here. It beats waiting for a cab, anyway, even if marginally." Facepalming himself, he gave an explanation. "A word of warning: Aunt Aiko finds it hard to resist whatever she finds cute. In that sense, she is pretty annoying."
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Aiko winded up organizing Leon's papers all day, which was such a drag. She knew the headmaster slacked off, yet she never imagined he'd leave such a mess in his laziness. At this point, he definitely could not handle it all on his own. It was honestly rather fortunate thawt Aiko was organizing things for a student council of representatives from different clubs (teams counted as clubs, as well) meant for organizing events and such, which would alleviate some of the burden off Leon's shoulders, aside from finances, disciplinary action on troublemakers, scheduling, and some other stuff not covered by the student council, that is. She believed she finally had everything thought out, except for one thing: who to nominate as Student President, Student Vice President, Student Secretary, and Student Treasurer. She would work out the details, later. For now, at least, everything was organized.