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Translating. His reasons weren't so noble. He had come because he was selfish.

Ian knew the saying and he grinned hearing it from the Japanese girl. "I haven't heard that phrase in a long time." He hoped his deerish smile was reassuring and took another bite. When he swallowed, he spoke again: "How long have you studied English?" She was really good, almost better than himself likely.

"And where are you from?" he also found himself asking. His father was Vietnamese, but Ian had looked nothing like him. Only his younger brother had looked like he was related to an Asian. His father also spoke English all the time even to the extent of taking his wife's last name when he married an American girl.

"8 years is a long time." Ian didn't think he could ever study one subject for 8 years. He was enjoying himself talking to Natsumi and he drank the last of his apple juice. And she was from Japan. That was good enough for Ian. "I'd never left the states. Born in Minnesota, I later moved to New Jersey." He wondered if she knew what he was talking about, but he hadn't ever talked to anyone else about where he was born before.

"If this island isn't in the US, this is my first time out of the country." And I am stuck here forever, not how I thought I'd visit other countries, he couldn't help but think with a wry smile on his face. "The helicopter ride was scary. I don't like flying."

Ian grimaced as she said she got sick. Since becoming a deer he had new ideas on what was 'sick' and not. He had to 'barf' up his food everyday as part of digestion, so he no longer considered that sick, though it was probably the sick that Natsumi was describing.

"I never traveled because I was busy working." His parents had been the same way. After his father had died his mother worked all the time to support her and the two children, and when he dropped out of high school he had started working to help her out.

But his mind kept wandering back to her getting sick on the flights and he resisted making a comment about turning into a deer.

Ian could understand not wanting to talk about the past much so he searched his mind for other topics, the first coming to mind being other islanders.

"So, have you met. . ." he searched his mind for a name. "Colche? She is turning into a cheetah. Nice girl, but she doesn't really understand the concept of clothing."

Ian nodded absently, not noticing that Natsumi didn't seem at ease speaking of Colche. He was too busy trying not to regurgitate his salad. It would be very rude, and disgusting to the girl eating by him.

It was a losing battle. He couldn't stop it forever. Grabbing his empty (when had that happened?) plate he quickly hobbled over and took care of it forgetting in his haste that he had a cane. As he passed the table again he grabbed it and clenched it in his hand with a pained look on his face. "perhaps. . .perhaps we could talk another time. I have a certain. . .affliction that comes with being a deer that prevents me from lingering any longer." He swallowed and felt his stomach (or one of them) clenching. "Another time definately." He smiled briefly and hobbled out of the cafeteria before Natsumi had time to reply. He would apologize the next time they met, when he would explain why he left so suddenly.

~ New RP ~

Natsumi held her hand over her mouth as she yawned, free hand used to push open the doors to the cafeteria. Her hands quickly returned to fuss over that mostly unnoticable swell of her stomach, but it seemed like it was only getting larger every day... Today, she wore a baggy sweater and one of her cute knee-length skirts, todays theme was bunnies.

Almost looking caustious, she glanced around the cafeteria, brushgin a lock of hair from her face and moving foreward to see what strange new food was on todays menu. "Omlette..." she read over the specials menu, she vaugly remembered having some of those back home. Carefully grabbing her pre-made one and nabbing herself a seat to enjoy the meal.

Her mind breifly wandered over the new people she was meeting.. feeling a bit more comfortable with the island was nice. Maybe she would get to see one of them for breakfast? Or someone new.

Natsumi had been bussy fiddling with the somewhat messy food, apparently having trouble picking out a small bite with her fork and knife, the cheese seemed to be giving her the most problems... and in the mean time, as the cheese ran rampid a few other filligns would excape and she'd have to stuff them back in with her fork.

She almost jumped when she heard a voice, she'd been so preoccupied in her omelette fight.. "Good morning." she smiled, cheerfully, the smile only widening as she seemed to free herself a bite and eagerly stuffed it in her mouth.