Not A War | Akane ●

[Sagira Nazari]

Clawing clear coated nails through light hair, Sagira sat absently at her desk listening to the history teacher ramble on monotony about the American Civil War. Upon the young woman’s features, a soft but prominent frown rested as her purple eyes rested unseeingly at the face of notes she hadn’t been taking, her mind clearly elsewhere at the moment. It was unlike her to be in such a fog, and though Sagira didn’t readily notice it, her teacher constantly raised his gaze to her questioningly at this fact. No further acknowledgment was given, however, and the class was far too large to stop for one student anyways, or so the reasoning went anyways. Sagira wouldn’t have wanted him to anyways, considering calling her out would not only have dragged her mind from the inner subject she had engrossed herself in but also made her look like a slacker in front of the entire class. Instead, she would remain in her personal world of worries for the time being.

More and more frequently, her back had been hurting without rhyme or reason. It didn’t even correlate with the strain of using doppelgangers which Sagira had initially thought might be the case, and thus the young woman was left wondering if it was more akin to a healing wound than a marking. Even then, she was aware of a dull throb in her back bringing with it minor strain and irritation, and in her own frustration, Sagira had secluded her mind to question it. What was the purpose of granting a wish, of giving a power, of doing anything positive if the recourse was going to hurt so badly?

“Do you really want to know?” a voice caused a shiver to run through Sagira before purple eyes blinked twice before closing again. Are you even going to answer me this time, you thing? she mentally replied before purple eyes cascaded sideways expecting to see the familiar face before her. When no figure appeared, however, those eyes would blink again before refocusing on the teacher instead. “Nope, not until you start accepting yourself” the voice laughed, and a soft sigh escaped from Sagira before she pushed herself from her seat, gathered up only a purse, and exited the lecture room as best she could without causing a disturbance.

Drawing down a hallway and up to the women’s bathroom, the young woman pushed past the door only to stop at the sinks. Depositing the purse on the counter, shaky hands gripped around nozzles and ushered water forth before hands rose and cupped the liquid. Bending down deeper to bring water to her face, Sagira washed it a few times before glancing up. Purple eyes grew startled upon seeing the reflection, and a sharp breath was taken in. She was lucky her makeup hadn’t run… - no just smart enough to realize the value in getting higher grade water proof mascara. Thus it was not her makeup that had distilled her so much as the ghostly figure standing just behind her and now reflected in the mirror with her.

Turning around sharply to press against the sink, Sagira took a sharp breath in. “You’re getting bold as all of hell gets out,” was the sharp set of words that escaped thereafter. Once more her heart rate had increased though whether it was from being startled or from the extended strain of facing an entity questionably inside herself that decided to randomly pop up here and there, Sagira didn’t know. All she knew was she wasn’t going to take being startled sitting down.

The ghostly figure before her, one so reminiscent of her own features but so contorted in the way they were displayed gave a small smirk and a simple shrug. “Everyone as familiars,” was the simple initial reply followed by a contorted sort of grin. ”And you’re the only one who can see me right now anyways.”

Sagira couldn’t decide if it was the matter of fact tone that was used that caused her to falter or the expression written on features so alike her own, but after a moment, lips pressed together. “Don’t scare me like that; I don’t need people thinking I’m crazy- regardless,” she insisted back sharply before a soft huff was given. The grin that she would receive back only caused an uncomfortable frown before purple eyes drove themselves towards the door instead.

“Aren’t you going to ask what I meant? I was sure that was why you got up and left class,” the ghost questioned with a simpler smile, and the catching of Sagira’s breath would alert them both to the fact she was interested. “Ask.” was the simple command. However, right then and there, a faltered look would flash across Sagira’s face before being masked by a heavier frown. A soft ‘hmph’ would escape from the young woman before she turned, fished up her purse, and headed to the exit. “What? Oh come on, ask already!” the ghost’s words echoed in Sagira’s mind, yet she forced herself forwards drawing all the way back to the classroom-

Only to find that students were getting up and the teacher was already erasing the board, in fact. A sharp ‘tch’ sound escaped from Sagira as she drew back towards her desk once more finding her notes perpetually blank, and a small uncomfortable shiver would go through Sagira upon realizing she’d missed an entire lecture, more or less. Raising amethyst eyes to rush around the room, Sagira settled on a seemingly calm face before she’d start over. “Hey! Your name is ahm…. A- Anna? Or....? Sorry, I'm not too good with names. My name’s Sagira; can I see your notes from this class period by chance?” she asked forcing a smile thereafter and once more grazing tan fingers through blond hair.

Akane Suzuki

[Akane Suzuki]

Akane was listening to the professor. While her English wasn’t the best- she preferred writing in English when she heard it. It was an easier way to learn, though not so much to pronounce. She could write words with really no clue on what they meant, but she was learning quickly enough. Her professor never seemed to mind her insistent questions as he seemed to find her thirst for knowledge satisfactory. She wasn’t sure she fully cared about American History but it was a class she didn’t want to hurt her GPA. It was a strange mechanism, but she rarely put too much thought into it.

American History wasn’t particularly interesting but easier to learn than Japanese history. The different eras and people were numerous and usually it was distracted by someone arguing about the samurai’s in anime or manga or something to that effect. In a way, Akane was glad to study something so uniquely different. She knew Yuki hated the subject- but she still found the history of the country fascinating. While she didn’t want to memorize it, she wanted to memorize enough to stand on her own.

This had two purposes- one to learn for school but the other to learn for the still up in the air citizenship test that she would have to take to renounce her allegiances to Japan. It was strange to think about it- but to be honest nothing called her back there. Akane felt nothing back for her homeland for her to go back to. Either way, she was being distracted by her internal thoughts. Such a strange group of people. Red eyes glanced back to the professor as she continued to jot down notes.

Georgia had quite a part in it as well- which means she had to probably remember all of this if she needed to take State History along the lines. Tapping her pencil eraser against her wrist- she had completely missed the blond leave the classroom. After writing down a few lines- she glanced up at the clock noticing that there was only three or four minutes left. Pleased, she sat up a bit taller. Hearing the professor dismiss everything only what felt like seconds later let her relax a little. She had nothing else on her schedule today so she had to only loiter around until she could pick up Yuki.

As she stood up- the student she has missed appeared. She blinked once or twice before tilting her head just a little. She had taken her hat off- so her hair slanted in front of her eyes like a sheepdog’s would. “Akane.” She greeted lowly- still not sure how to talk loudly in a class environment. She gave a nod and pressed her fingers gently against the page and slid it across to her. No one was going to be using the classroom for another hour or so- so they had plenty of time.

Sagira, huh? She was a really pretty woman. Akane remembered seeing her and hearing her voice once or twice before. She always looked fashionable, leaving Akane a bit overwhelmed in the subject. Akane didn’t think she was bad though- so hopefully the two could have a conversation. “Feel free.” She murmured, her voice not so loud- but loud enough to be heard. She didn’t even notice the girl had left. Maybe she was nice- and maybe she could teach her a bit more about the language and the area around Georgia. Since the barrier went up- everyone was always rather paranoid.

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Tag:@Sagira Nazari

[Sagira Nazari]

Such a simple head tilt from the dark haired woman before her was threatening to make Sagira’s expression falter. However, as a name was given abet quietly, she relaxed a little once more, whatever worry that had been threatening rather quickly demolished by the return gesture. Akane. Akane. Ah-kan-neh? Akane… The name was somewhat foreign to her, but with America being the chronic melting pot country and her own name reflecting her Arabic background more than the country she was raised in, Sagira was left more interested in it than irritated or confused by its foreignness. Mentally going over the name and its pronunciation a few times in her head, Sagira flashed a warmer smile thereafter. “Akane, nice to meet you!” she reciprocated testing out the name upon her own lips for good measure.

Amethyst eyes would drop to reflect briefly upon the page slid over to her before a smaller smile grew on Sagira’s features. Well that was easy enough- well then again what did she expect from picking what appeared to be a calmer classmate? Right? Right. “Thanks,” she mused simply glancing back up to Akane once more. Despite what mental strain she had faced just minutes before, Sagira was able to put it away for now. There was no reason to retain the upset look that had flashed across her features- or so she told herself anyways. Besides, this was a stranger before her even if they shared the same class. They weren’t close enough to be discussing anything wrong short of the notes and assignment, anyways.

Rather quickly fishing out her phone, Sagira snapped a picture of the sheet before returning it and instead fishing out her own notebook to start recopying the notes. While it was faster to have a digital copy she could reference later, Sagira also wanted a chance to make sure she knew what was being written down instead of just walking off thereafter. “So what’s your major, Akane?” Sagira asked between copying words briefly glancing up to the dark haired woman in question. For someone like Sagira, it was easier to keep a conversation going than let silence fill the air. Silence brought uncertain thoughts, and the last thing Sagira ever wanted to be was uncertain. Whenever the question was answered, she would give a brief nod before replying. “I’m a visual arts major, specifically in fashion design,” she hummed with a soft laugh thereafter.

Akane Suzuki

[Akane Suzuki]

Akane found the other girl quite pretty- certainly stunning skin- which she made an assumption that the girl parents or her herself were born there. It might be rude- but she never saw the problem as most people assumed her to be of Asian descent despite her high English speaking skills. While her accent may be sometimes painfully obvious- she was capable of speaking rather easily. However her muteness was not something that was nearly as easy to learn steps around. She found it hard even speaking to a woman around her age. She wasn’t intimidating- and Akane cared less about what faction she was in- she just found herself rather tongue- tied.

“Nice…to meet you as well…Sagira.” There was more of an ‘l’ sound to her ‘r’ than normal English but it wasn’t too pronounced. She bowed her head slightly- not sure how to really introduce herself to someone with a handshake. It just seemed too ridiculously personal. Akane guessed she personally either didn’t listen to the lesson or she had left. Communication – at least friendly communication was based on such assumptions and evolving conversations from them. It was hard for her to stick her nose into it- as her culture told her rather stereotypical things about American conversation.

She was going to open her mouth to ask- but instead she was quickly silenced before she began as the woman took a picture of her notes. How strange. She thought it would be easier to copy- but people relied on images for plenty of words. That was fine. When there was little to no question she was finished- Akane took her book back and slid it into her bag. She let the woman finish speaking before she gave a small nod. “Linguistics.” She murmured. “I’m a translator.” It was simple and to the point- though it only raised questions for her. Fashion design?

That must be the reason she was so impeccably dressed. It made Akane in her nice jeans and her jacket feel a bit dressed down. “Language is interesting.” She finally continued awkwardly- though it was more so for others than for her. “Your style is striking.” She meant it in the nice way- because the woman was rather pretty but she also stood out from a crowd. It reminded her of her little sister in the way. Yukiko had a sense of fashion- but never used it beyond her skirts and doing her hair. “You look very pretty.” She finally concluded, Akane turning her eyes towards the blond.

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Tag:@Sagira Nazari

[Sagira Nazari]

If there was one thing Sagira excelled in, it was her capacity to articulate herself. Perhaps this was what had gotten her into so much trouble with her family, but it was the strait she adored in herself all the same. Words that made up conversations came easily, and she never felt as though she was struggling to come up with something to say. Even next to those that didn’t hold conversations as well as her, she enjoyed talking, conversing, sharing whatever moments might hold them together. It was what made her smile when Akane replied regardless of the small shift in pronunciation or the slowness of the words. It was something, and that was enough.

A linguistics major was she? A translator to boot! While her two languages of choice, familial and English, certainly gave her a measure of translational ability, Sagira couldn’t imagine herself as one. There were too many words in Arabic that didn’t translate to English well. Just the same, there were too many English words that didn’t back cross. How did translators even account for such things? “That’s beautiful,” she smiled softly after a moment briefly allowing her free fingers to reach up and graze through her own light locks and pushing them back over one shoulder thereafter. Coming up with her own major thereafter, she continued to go through paper notes making sure she knew the short hand at the very least now that the concepts seemed straight forwards.

As Akane explained her interest in language in but a few words, Sagira allowed a questioning look to come to her features. “What languages do you know?” she asked thereafter before pausing upon the note of her style. The two combined compliments earned a warm beam across Sagira’s features, and a soft giggle ruptured passed her lips. “Why thank you!” she preened a little only for a rippling of her back muscles to cause her lips to press together. To Sagira’s credit, she managed to retain her smile, and only in the way in which her lips sat together now gave any warrant to the sharp pain that had decided to make its presence known, but beyond the forced calm on her features, her inner thoughts writhed with the words of that damn ghost. Oh she hated her.

“You’re pretty cute yourself,” the young woman commented after a brief pause allowing her violet eyes to scan over the other woman before her. I bet you’d just look adorable in one of my dresses… She could already see one of the little black dresses she was working on wrapped around this girl. The design itself was simple by comparison of some things she’d worked on, but the black and the fake!slit of midnight blue and burning white stars would certainly go with that ebony hair that Sagira could see well. “You should let me dress you up some time,” she giggled softly after a moment.

[Akane Suzuki]

Seeing no harm no foul in her slight accent, she was pleased. Akane felt a bit more self-confident, though she tried her best not to get overconfident. She could speak English fluently- but she still always should remind herself to think about the words she had to say. English was a very complicated language with a completely different sentence structure than her own. It was actually fascinating how language changed but communication could still be proven fruitful. However her almost obsession with language.

There was a small minute tilt of the female’s head hearing the compliment. The smile wasn’t strange- but she wasn’t sure what the blond was referring to. Red eyes briefly blinked- hoping she didn’t miss a large part of the conversation but she hoped it would be brought up once more if there was something to talk about. Akane felt slightly secure when no words were said and the conversation was continued. Good, she probably didn’t miss anything.

Languages she knew- well she thought it would be obvious with her accent but in a way she was glad the other woman asked. “Japanese and English.” She answered softly- though was inwardly pleased when the other girl smiled like that. It was really nice to make people happy. Yuki always smiled so childishly and cute when she was happy- so Akane was pleased. She noticed there was something tense about the girl suddenly- but the conversation continued with no pause- so she guessed it was just the reason she missed class. Assuming was terrible- but logical in this situation.

A small blink answered the ‘cute’ comment. She was cute? Cute was a word that mostly was subjective (Though she never saw anyone say that a ‘kitten’ wasn’t cute) so she guessed it was a compliment. “Thank you.” She murmured- reaching up to scratch her own cheek out of habit. It was awkward to be called ‘cute’ but she found females usually meant it in a nicer way then men did. “Dress me up?” Another head tilt- but this was a bit more pronounced. Like a doll? She understood the saying from commercials such as ‘dress up a doll’ but rarely heard it in the context for actual other human beings. Does that mean she looked like a doll? “I do not understand.” She finally added- hoping the other woman would translate for her.

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Tag:@Sagira Nazari

[Sagira Nazari]

English and Japanese was it? Sagira smiled a little putting away that information carefully thereafter. With such large dreams of executing her own career ahead of her, the young woman could readily see where she might need a translator down the road. Why not start making connections now? It was perfect. “Are you going to learn more of them?” she asked brightening a little at the compliment that came thereafter regardless of whether or not her question was answered. Sagira did love compliments more than she would admit.

The blink of what she assumed to be confusion earned a wry sort of smile though the thanks easily brought a simpler expression. “Welcome,” was the easy reply before the confusion over her comment became apparent to Sagira. “Oh you know, do your hair, maybe add a little make up, put you into a cute dress ~ the works,” she grinned a bit more at the very thought. Despite her past desire to be respected as her brothers were, Sagira was still a girl at the end of it all and enjoyed being girly about as much as she enjoyed certain sports. The idea of being both strong and feminine was simply perfect to her for this reason. “Maybe even for a boy you like?” she asked leaning in as her voice grew quiet as if perhaps she were telling a secret. There were a few cute guys at the school and around town even, so it wasn’t hard for Sagira to prod at one thought or another. Didn’t every girl have at least one guy she wanted to dress up for?

[Akane Suzuki]

Learn more languages? There was a rather good question. She never thought about it before. Well she had- but not how to answer such a question. Chinese and Korean were two very good ideas- along with Vietnamese or any language of the sort. However she was never one to put her hand too close to home. What other languages were the right or wrong answer? She finally came up with a good response, at least she thought she did. Red eyes blinking, she looked a little at the ceiling to compose her thoughts before returning her gaze to the blond. “Any language that I can get my hands on.” Akane mumbled. It was really hard to answer just one, she decided. Any language she could really immerse herself in, she would be willing to learn from.

However at the direct shift towards her physical appearance there was a small nervous shift of her shoulders. Do her hair? Make up? Dress? She was not sure what the ‘works’ meant beyond everything possible- leaving her to be rather confused. Did she look bad or was it the wish of the fashion designer? She was rather confused on that topic, but Akane hoped it meant something good. At the inflection on the word ‘boy’ she blinked. “I like no one currently.” Was the simple response- as she was used to giving that one repeatedly. Akane was asked many times if she had a ‘boyfriend’ or ‘significant other’ when she had neither and had learned an appropriate response.

“I wouldn’t mind…I’m not sure how fashion works…it’s a different language that is harder…to comprehend.” The college student finally replied to the earlier topic. “My sister and I…we do not…understand it so easily. It is…drastically different from Japan.” It was a bit more of a conclusive answer and she hoped it would be understood by Sagira. After all learning more about the culture was always a plus for her.

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Tag:@Sagira Nazari

[Sagira Nazari]

Amethyst eyes blinked as ruby ones rose to the ceiling, and briefly Sagira found her gaze rising to reflect the tiles as well as if perhaps there was something interesting there. What she found, however, was nothing out of the ordinary, and they blinked once before lowering again finding that their reflectors had as well. Lips nearly moved to ask a question, but as Akane explained any language would work, a small grin flashed across Sagira’s lips, the question quickly being abandoned. “I like that,” she replied warmly before the conversation shifted a little, and Sagira found herself grinning and giggling all the more. What could she say? She enjoyed dress up~!

What caused a brief surprised look was the insistence that Akane didn’t like anyone at the moment. Really? That was a first; normally girls would at the very least blush when denying such things! Well, o-ok then. She supposed it was possible to not have met anyone one didn’t want to catch the eye of. However, purple eyes blinked before a small smile curled upon Sagira’s lips as Akane continued. She wouldn’t mind dressing up anyways? She just didn’t know how fashion worked? Perfect! Absolutely perfect. Whereas some might have been confused or disheartened by the explanation of a lack of exposure to the American fashion world, Sagira was not one of those people. It just meant she got a chance to expose someone to something new~ a world she loved dearly. Clapping her hands together and meeting Akane’s eyes with a fire in those amethyst spheres, Sagira offered a grin before speaking. “Well then I’ll just have to show you!” the buddig fashion designer proclaimed simply

There were probably some thoughts on the notes still in Sagira’s head. Hell, there were probably some reflections of worry at what the crazy ghost had said still haunting her. However, both these thoughts and still more were being excised to make room for the visions of various dresses she could imagine Akane in right then and there. “How does that sound?” Sagira asked after a moment upon reflecting that she couldn’t just force someone to dress up.

[Akane Suzuki]

With the positive answer to her statement- Akane felt pleased. She was doing so well in a conversation. Her stance was still rather guarded- but not nearly as tense as it was before. Her face still showed that strange emotionless factor- but her voice had a hint of emotion, contrasting it. Akane felt Sagira was much more extroverted than she- in fact most people were more extroverted than her – but it made a pleasing balance. However the giggling and grins she still wasn’t all that alright to jump in with- since her face really didn’t move that way often.

Seeing the surprised look- Akane waffled back between being correct or not understand if she offended. She had no embarrassment about such a statement. Boys- boyfriends- or any significant other wasn’t exactly on her schedule at the moment. If something did happen, then she would let it happen. Her mother told her she was going to die alone- so it’s not like Akane exactly had high hopes to find someone in college. Young love wasn’t the love she wanted. She felt that the love that lasted would be the perfect one. The world around her and the quickly breaking up and hooking up was lost on her- and most people teased her about it.

There was no jump or blink to the clapping of the hand- just a miniscule eyebrow raise as she wasn’t sure what exactly the blond was thinking. Hearing the excitement in both her tone and her gestures- she supposed it was a rather good thing. “I would enjoy that Sagira,” the raven answered. It was soft in tone- but there was a small curl to her lips. She seemed so excited to share her love of fashion- Akane couldn’t help but feel some basic excitement towards it in return.

Yuki told her many times about how ‘friends’ worked- and she wasn’t really sure she was friends yet- but they were rather hitting it ‘off the bat’ or however the euphemism went. Pleased with how that went- she hoped that would continue to that conversation. “Are you going to get something to eat or drink? We could continue to converse in – ah-, “the girl paused, not sure of the word, “common room?” There was a small murmur internally about how stupid that name was- but it was quickly whisked away. Her formal speech was probably strange- but she had not yet mastered speaking fluently in more common terms.

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Tag:@Sagira Nazari

[Sagira Nazari]

To say Sagira was an excitable person wasn’t far from the truth. She enjoyed herself in various forms and couldn’t help but be happy when something went her way. Thus, when the assurance that Akane would enjoy such things as much as she would rang in Sagira’s ears, the pleased expression on the young woman’s features only heighted. “Great!” was the simple yet emotion filled word that cascaded from those easy lips. Already questions of whether Akane had free time were filling and ready to spring from Sagira’s lips. However, it seemed Akane would get to the questions first, and a smooth smile grasped the young woman’s features instead.

Something to eat or drink? In the- purple eyes blinked briefly at the word ‘common’ room as she tried to process the exact meaning therein. “The student lounge?” Sagira echoed after a moment questioning just a little out loud before deciding for herself that had to be what Akane was talking about. “Sure! I have some time between now and my next class,” she replied with a grin. Raising both arms briefly, she gestured sideways towards the door in a simple swinging motion before turning and starting that way. “What’s your favorite drink, hmmm?” she asked with a small thoughtful grin.

"I love lemon flavors but strawberry is great too." She hummed after the fact. Lemon flavors are bitter like you a rather bemused voice echoed in the back of Sagira's head nearly causing her to falter for a second or two. 'Go away' Sagira mentally huffed back before doing what she could to ignore her rather annoying familiar.

[Akane Suzuki]

Akane gave a tiny tilt of her head as she gave a barest of nods to the woman’s eager word. It was not one- it was not, but Akane could understand the enjoyment in her voice. In fact- in a distant way, she felt it. Tasted it. Saw it in a glow around words that appeared in her mind yet- not in front of her eyes. Ever since the toybox happened- it was becoming more and more common the time she spent around people. It was never before. Akane wasn’t sure what it was. Was it her ability? Was it something clawing at her to keep her? She saw no benefit from the ability- but no curse from it either.

“Yes.” She agreed with a small nod of her head in return. Lounge. It was such a strange word and that word in particular slipped her head for a ‘place’ often since she only remembered it as a ‘verb’. It was still in that transition in her head. Lounge was the place she meant though- and she was glad she was understood. Akane was pleased that her blond friend was able to keep up with her even through the language barrier- something that the raven haired woman admired. She grabbed up her bag to swing on her shoulder- her fingers brushing over the buttons adorning it as she followed a two or three steps behind.

Akane gave a small shrug of her shoulders at the question- honestly having to think on it. “I like sweet things. Strawberry. Orange. Cherry.” Each word was said carefully with a small pause- used to saying them much more commonly in Japanese. The trouble was coming up with a return question. “What flavors do you not like?” She asked- more so continuing the conversation instead of shying into her shell too much. Akane might be quiet, but she didn’t like to be lonely all the time after all. Sagira was a very nice woman so far- so she hoped the two could continue to talk. Maybe even Yuki would enjoy her company- if Yuki enjoyed anyone’s company that is. A small smile came to her lips at the thought of her grumpy ‘little sister’- but she immediately focused back on Sagira.

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[Sagira Nazari]

Amethyst eyes briefly reflected the buttons decorating Akane’s bag before Sagira smiled and turned forwards taking a few steps thereafter. She’d look more carefully at them later, perhaps. Buttons were cute on certain things at certain moments, and even from the minor distance, they did the bag up nicely. You do have some fashion sense she mentally teased but decided to leave it between the confines of her ears.

Akane liked sweet things; Sagira gave a small nod of understanding. The small pause was not readily interpreted as a careful word choice of the preferred flavors so much as a brief decision on which was higher on the list. That would be the way Sagira described things, anyways. The question that was returned earned a thoughtful expression as Sagira tried to come up with a flavor she didn’t particularly like. Surprisingly, it was a harder question than even Sagira herself was expecting, and after a couple of extra seconds of silence, she gave a small shrug and a smile. “I wouldn’t know what the flavor was called, exactly, but it’s when you blend drinks that were once things like…grass,” Sagira made a face and shook her head briefly causing light locks to sway before settling again. “Some say it’s healthy for you but it tastes terrible.”

[Akane Suzuki]

Akane was oblivious to any fashion sense. Commonly wearing jeans as much as possible and t-shirts, she rarely deviated from her pattern. She preferred to be comfortable over actually fashionable. Fashionable to her usually meant a kimono tied ridiculously tight around her spine so she had to stand up perfectly or get her intestines strangled. She wasn’t a fan of skirts either- but she did like dresses that fell below the knee. Either way- she knew Sagira would be much more knowledgeable than she when it came to such matters.

However the shock of Americans eating grass made her look at Sagira almost horrified. “Americans eat grass?” It sounded absolutely baffled before she cleared her throat slightly. “I…am not sure that is offensive…but that sounds very strange. I…would not eat grass if possible.” Her mind went to a bunch of strange people in the park trying to dig up grass and blend it together. The raven grimaced slightly at the image- thinking of the dirt and bugs and all of that in it, and she was quite disgusted with the proposition. Americans were such strange creatures! She didn’t want to say it out loud how absolutely stupid it was- but she wasn’t sure if that could be taken negatively.

Grass had little if any healthy properties that she knew of. Animals ate grass to soothe their stomach by throwing everything up- and that just…it didn’t sit well with Akane who was wondering what human would be stupid enough to do something of the sort. "Do...people do that commonly?" She tried to find out more information on it- wondering if it was actually quite normal...she would like to avoid that trend.

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Tag:@Sagira Nazari

[Sagira Nazari]

The shocked expression on Akane’s face earned another disgusted expression from Sagira. “I know,” she echoed the first comment. It tasted terrible, and she couldn’t understand how one could try it after a first time experiment. Sure there was something to eating healthy, but Sagira couldn’t bring herself to go for it on even a monthly basis. Though someone had to find it appealing enough to keep coming back, Sagira didn’t know if she wanted to know who, however. “I don’t even know how animals can eat it,” Sagira admitted after a moment before shaking her head. Had she been more scientifically suited, the young woman might have attributed it to herbivore digestive systems. Sagira, however, didn’t consider this, nor did she particularly want to know it.

A small shake of head was given when Akane asked if people partook of it frequently. “It’s only sold at those specialty drink stories— from what I’ve seen anyways,” she replied. “I don’t think even standard cafés have them…” Coffee shops and cafés tended to appeal to a more standard taste, and Sagira was thankful for this fact. She liked what she liked and wasn’t too keen on bowing to a trend especially a dietary one. “Fruit smoothies are much more common,” she added spring-boarding from that thought. “And they’re much better,” she insisted after the fact.

Glancing forwards briefly, Sagira made note of where they were trying to ensure she didn’t get lost while talking— which may or may not have happened before. A purple eye flashed to a stair landmark, and Sagira knew where she was. Just past the stairs and then down the next hallway she mentally assured herself. She knew where she was going. Good.