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located in Periwinkle Institute, a part of The Isekai Wonderland Project, one of the many universes on RPG.

Periwinkle Institute

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Character Portrait: Gabriel Eadsforth Character Portrait: Mariya Fukuda Character Portrait: Kazuyuki Miyato
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Agitation and hard feelings melt away swiftly it seems, as the accident and heated words fall into the shadow of the past with ease. He's grateful for that at least, that things seem to be let go alright, that he won't have to worry about losing a friend through a little bit of an awkward discomfort that only lasted a minute or so. Apologies and understanding go a long way, he supposes, in situations like this. And with Mariya calmed down as such, he's happy to see the smile she returns back to him a few moments later, a small pleased sensation over winning at least a small one out of her despite the uncomfortable greeting.

"Is she a friend?" Is a quiet question in the headphone still stuck in his ear, Astrophel's curiosity clear enough with every conversation and situation he's ended up in since being joined by the surprise companion. Still, he's not sure if he wants to answer him out loud at this point; rather, wouldn't like to appear entirely nonsensical or insane in front of Mariya at the very beginning of their conversation. So instead, he offers a small nod that could be shrugged away or left unnoticed he hopes, and Astrophel seems to understand, a small hum in response from him, and then a second question, "do you have many friends?"

It's innocent enough, though Kazuyuki wants to laugh a bit over it. The AI meant no harm by it, even if that sort of phrase would usually come off as mocking or pity. Just a few, quietly slips into his mind, and were they still back at his middle-of-moving apartment he'd speak it out loud, but it's more than enough for me.

Still, his distraction with Astrophel is placed aside for a bit once Mariya is talking again, mentions of classes, something he could certainly relate to. Who couldn't, honestly? It was college, for one, and secondly, it was the Periwinkle Institute, university, whatever one wanted to call it. The school probably couldn't match up to Harvard or Yale, but it still ran itself in the more prestigious realm as far as he knew. With that sort of reputation usually came the difficulty of heavier assignments, harsher grades, and drowning under the effort and work that came with that. Still, just because of the environment and atmosphere this place carried didn't mean that strain and stress didn't effect its student body just as much as it would any other. If even Mariya - who he knew to always be on top of things and perfect at them all the while - was struggling against the stress of it all, there was no doubt in his mind that she was being overloaded beyond compare.

"You'd think they know their students have other classes and work to attend to, but I suppose they don't think beyond their own schedules and workloads." It was a common issue he'd run into since attending the university, and it seemed to be one that was far from unique or rare in others. Why professors wouldn't consider their students' other responsibilities, he would never know, but learning to live with an onslaught of assignments and endless deadlines was apparently key to success in college. Lucky him, he supposed, given he had more hours in a day than the average. Writing papers at 3am was no big deal for him after all. For others with a healthier schedule, however...

Slight surprise hits him soon after though, as conversation of classes ends abruptly and she turns down his offer. A little grateful for the decline? He wouldn't lie and say it wasn't a relief, but he wouldn't say it out loud either. He could still feel that sense of crashing, anyway, and wondered if he could make it back to his bed in time to fall asleep again, maybe catch an hour or two more. Would that total up to four hours at that point? It'd be a relief for him, no doubt. A little bit of a recharge that he desperately needed...all the time. Every time. Every day. Yet always out of reach.

A laugh is won out of him a breath later though, the word "crap" bouncing around inside his head like the icon of a screen in standby. She was no doubt right about that observation. Even if he hadn't really looked at himself in the mirror since his shower (and he'd slept after that), he knew he looked like hell at this point. Nothing pleasant to look at, or so he'd think if Mariya's seeming compliment hadn't made it in the air. A short blink before he shrugs, another quiet laugh, "thanks, I guess I'll take that as a compliment? Or, sort of, anyway." It was far better than nothing, and he had been expecting nothing. "Glad I still look decent, even while enough running off a handful of sleep." Even a handful would be an overstatement, but no need to get into the specifics of his sleep schedule here.

Mariya is reaching down to the ground soon enough though, and he finds himself with a twinge of embarrassment, realizing he hadn't even offered to grab the things he'd knocked out of her hands himself, left them on the floor in a heap of spilled coffee and hopefully a not-so-broken screen. It leaves a pinch of heat in his face. Slow reaction or missing details, that happened a lot with the fatigue that clung to him throughout the daylight hours of the week. He can't help but tug awkwardly at the corner of his shirt, gaze averting for a moment before an apologetic smile crosses his lips, "I- sorry, Mariya. I can buy you another coffee if you'd like? And...a screen replacement, if you need it-"

Interruption, the crunch of a bite of food, and he's pausing over the oddity of it. Chewing that loudly? Or were they just close enough that you couldn't miss the sound?

"Gabriel," comes the name, and for a moment Kazuyuki brightens up a bit more. What a surprise, running into two of the people he would consider himself friends with at this point, even if he mostly knew Gabriel from constant coffee runs to try and keep his energy going through scheduled labs and weekly classes. It's the slightest lean to the side to look around Mariya at him, smile in place as their gazes meet for a brief moment, though the white haired girl gives them an unnecessary, but kind introduction. He only nods along to the final question, giving a slight wave in the barista's direction shortly after.

"Mhm, I stop by the...coffee place a lot. Mug...Shot? I think?" As if he hadn't stopped there a hundred times over, "so we've met more than enough to be familiar with each other." A tilt of his head, "just get off work?”

"He's a friend then, too? You have so many, Mister Kazuyuki." He's not sure any other person would consider two friends "so many," but he supposes that a brand new AI might, without any other prior experience to the world beyond what Kazuyuki had exposed him to at this point, and whatever his system might have been preloaded with. If he thought two friends was a lot, then that was just fine with him.