I insist, then. It's only until you get your balance, right? Walking might do you some good without other people staring as much.
[As much, because unfortunately this wasn't exactly a normal case here either. He missed how easy it was back in Ugumori and his teammates, but it was nothing that could bother him too long.]
Besides, I was hoping I could find someone to help explore the place.
Fine, fine, I guess your insistences are wearing me down! [He'll get a grip on the handles, vaguely remembering some of the times he's been near Professor X's wheelchair. And he nods.]
Hmm... For starters, how about your impression of this place so far. We can go from there.
[As he says that, he has to pause to dig for his notebook, the few notes he already made firmly lodged on the last page when he flips it open from the wrong side. It's all in Japanese though, not as neat as he usually writes, but good enough.]
[That earns a laugh, just slightly more than a chuckle to be honest.]
You know, you're the first one I've met who didn't have any complaints about the food.
[He was more interested in people's reactions rather than the meal itself, but that was hardly worth mentioning.] I have to agree that this place is really creepy. School almost seems normal now.
[Well, that's a safe question at least.] I'd say a rather typical one. I came from Ugumori High. And you? You don't happen to be a foreign exchange student, right?
Hey, how did you know? [He says with his distinctive German accent.] I'm from Germany, but I've been going to school in America. Bayville High! It's... pretty normal! [In a world with mutants.] And I also get lessons at the place where I live, the Xavier Institute!
I'll make sure I'll give you my share next time then. [He likes pizza well enough but he rather likes the Japanese fusion types, not... these.]
I had a feeling, that's all. [Or rather, he was guessing since he's not Japanese and this school is closer to Japanese than German. He's not going to correct the misunderstanding though, since he did clarify it all on his own.]
Studying twice as much? That's diligent. What kind of lessons do you get in the institute?
And, uh... it's not too much studying! The Institute... it's kind of a home for the gifted and talented, you know? So we just get help developing our talents. Plus... recreational things - like gymnastics!
[Too much? Nah. It's not like Kurt can eat their whole supply of pizza, right? He actually has no idea.]
A home for the gifted and talented?
[That is an... unusually broad term. Nao does seem somewhat confused at the choice of words, though the smile is still in place as if he was debating whether or not to ask.
There's a small twitch in Nao's mouth, trying to hold back a smile or maybe a laugh at the way he tries to dodge the topic with... generalization. On the other hand...]
You must really like your gymnastics. [Since he doesn't think the latter two explains anything at all.] You should show me sometime, when you're not falling over your own feet.
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Thanks man. But... I don't want to impose on you too much, or anything. I mean, I did already fall on you.
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[As much, because unfortunately this wasn't exactly a normal case here either. He missed how easy it was back in Ugumori and his teammates, but it was nothing that could bother him too long.]
Besides, I was hoping I could find someone to help explore the place.
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Alright, let's get exploring!
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Let's go then. While we're looking around, maybe you can tell me about yourself.
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[As he says that, he has to pause to dig for his notebook, the few notes he already made firmly lodged on the last page when he flips it open from the wrong side. It's all in Japanese though, not as neat as he usually writes, but good enough.]
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[he smiles.] Except for the food! [With a light pat at his belly.]
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You know, you're the first one I've met who didn't have any complaints about the food.
[He was more interested in people's reactions rather than the meal itself, but that was hardly worth mentioning.] I have to agree that this place is really creepy. School almost seems normal now.
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What kind of school did you go to?
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[Well, that's a safe question at least.] I'd say a rather typical one. I came from Ugumori High. And you? You don't happen to be a foreign exchange student, right?
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Hey, how did you know? [He says with his distinctive German accent.] I'm from Germany, but I've been going to school in America. Bayville High! It's... pretty normal! [In a world with mutants.] And I also get lessons at the place where I live, the Xavier Institute!
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I had a feeling, that's all. [Or rather, he was guessing since he's not Japanese and this school is closer to Japanese than German. He's not going to correct the misunderstanding though, since he did clarify it all on his own.]
Studying twice as much? That's diligent. What kind of lessons do you get in the institute?
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And, uh... it's not too much studying! The Institute... it's kind of a home for the gifted and talented, you know? So we just get help developing our talents. Plus... recreational things - like gymnastics!
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[Too much? Nah. It's not like Kurt can eat their whole supply of pizza, right? He actually has no idea.]
A home for the gifted and talented?
[That is an... unusually broad term. Nao does seem somewhat confused at the choice of words, though the smile is still in place as if he was debating whether or not to ask.
The answer is simple enough.]
What kind of talents are we talking about here?
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But he doesn't want to raise any red flags against mutants, so he tries to play it cool.]
Gymnastics, being smart, stuff like that!
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There's a small twitch in Nao's mouth, trying to hold back a smile or maybe a laugh at the way he tries to dodge the topic with... generalization. On the other hand...]
You must really like your gymnastics. [Since he doesn't think the latter two explains anything at all.] You should show me sometime, when you're not falling over your own feet.
[This time, the chuckle does escape him.]