Dec. 30th, 2015

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If there was one thing Kylar liked about Japan it was the convenience of the boxed meal. It wasn't like he hadn't had them elsewhere before but there was a certain quality lacking. Maybe it was the presentation. The fine wooden boxes he and Arin had been sent along to school with added a wonderful visual aspect.

As he carried two boxes -- one stacked atop the other -- it occurred to him that even to himself he sounded very old and very boring. Arin would insist he was in fact just a hipster and attempt to explain Instagram so he could take pictures of his pretty lunchboxes.

He frowned a little and stared straight ahead as he kept on walking. He was meeting Shichiro and since he'd requested they meet somewhere outside the building he thought it would be fair to bring along something to eat. That was considerate. He had manners. Also maybe his new acquaintance would have less opportunity to invade his personal space if they were eating.

At least the school had plenty of quiet spots on the grounds. He didn't trust Shichiro anywhere near enough yet to want to wander the forest with him. Once he'd arrived at the place they'd chosen he sat down and set the bento boxes down beside him. In the meantime he would attempt to relax and enjoy the shade of the overhanging tree.

Ultimately he didn't look relaxed at all -- he was sitting perfectly straight and upright with his arms folded. He was the picture of awkward unease.