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Kai chuckled. "Yeah, not very attractive indeed. And hey, food for the ants, am I right? See, useful!" He knew perfectly well they didn't serve much else of a use on the ground, but he didn't want them on the ground; he wanted them in his stomach. Now. "And if they got in your shoes, it would be irritating. Ew. I shouldn't talk about gross stuff when I'm hungry. Not that much can kill my appetite. The homies and me'll be watchin' a really gross reality show, and it's, 'Kai, how can you eat hotdogs when that guy's shoveling worms and larvae down his throat?' Kai, The Iron Gut." No, he didn't seriously refer to his friends as 'homies,' but it seemed like a humorous thing to do. To accentuate his point, he made an over-exaggerated muscle-flexing pose. "Haha, I'm suck a dork," he mumbled. When Nausicaa asked about the extra food, Kai shrugged. "Sure. Can't guarantee that there'll be much left over, but you can pick off my plate all you want. Doesn't gross me out none." He grinned to show his sincerity. Some people might have found eating off another's leftovers was gross, but Kai honestly wasn't bothered by it. Only 'gross' thing would be if someone was disgusted by having someone else's mouth germs on them. But really, was it any more disgusting than kissing? Swap spit during a kiss, then eating off someone else's plate was nothin'. Kai didn't understand germophobic people like that; you can't avoid germs. It was nice to know that Nausicaa wasn't a germ freak.

Oh, right, water! Kai scoped out the vending machine, walking briskly to it while fishing his wallet out of his butt pocket. Crap. That's right, it was stolen this morning, wasn't it? He kept his student ID card out because his wallet was really hard to get into (the snaps that kept it closed were like Fort Knox-strength), and his cash was in his wallet. He sighed. Oh, well. He didn't usually drink that much out of it anyway, since he ate so fast. He wouldn't die; besides, there were water fountains inside in case he needed a drink afterwards. His mom had always told him never to use the water fountains because they were contaminated with germs, but Kai didn't really listen to his mom anymore — not since she married Jean, who was obviously the spawn of Satan. Obviously her judgment was clouded. Besides, Kai had lived through worse that what one might catch from a drinking fountain. What, a cold? Flu? He'd had a flu shot, so there wasn't much chance of that. Oh! He had a day-old Gatorade back in his locker! He could drink that after lunch. It wouldn't be cold, but it would be liquid. He gave himself a mental pat on the back before heading back towards the doors of the school.

It was such a nice day. He just wanted to spread his arms above his head and fall back into the grass, maybe have a nap, enjoy the sun on his face. There was a very light breeze, not too bad; definitely not fry-blowing bad. Just enough to ruffle his hair pleasantly. In fact, he decided to pull the band from his hair and let the breeze do just that. The cool on his scalp felt good. Once he was back to his senses, he jerked his head over right, indicating to Nausicaa to follow him to the low courtyard wall. It was made of smooth stone, running along the perimeter of the school; it was wide enough to sit on safely, and it was his favorite place to relax and talk to people. Or listen to music. Or whatever; it was perfect. Kai first set his sandwich and fries on the wall before pushing himself up. It wasn't too tall of a wall, and where they were was on slightly higher ground, so the wall was shorter here than other places. Once up, he straddled the wall and held a hand out to Nausicaa in case she needed a hand up. He didn't figure she would since it wasn't that high, but he always was there to help.

"This is my favorite place to chill," he explained, trying to start some semblance of a conversation. "My friends have a different lunch period, so I don't get to talk to many people during lunch anymore. Usually it's just me and Gandalf, my iPod. Sometimes a book. Once the janitor sat with me; we had a delightful conversation about cheese. You have any particular opinion on it?" Okay, so maybe he wasn't the best conversation starter, but it was better than nothing. Cheese was a pretty safe topic. Unless Nausicaa was some sort of cheese nazi, though he didn't peg her as the type. Did that even exist? ...Why was he thinking about this?

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