Andrea
◆ "Yeah, six in the morning, mate. I know, it's bloody crazy, but... That's life at Newton's Cradle, I guess." He shrugged. "Anyways..."

□ Now that he was full, he was about ready to leave, but he felt as though it would have been rude to just leave without saying goodbye. After all, he'd more or less intruded on her space without realizing she was there, and then kept on chatting, so maybe it was for the best if he at least said something before he went back to his dorm? Whatever the case he walked back to the table, stopping about two feet away, instinctively dodging the noodle arm that shot past his head.

▪︎ Freaky.

◆ "Anyways, I'm out. Gonna head back. See ya around, huh?"
Marie
"Yeah me too, I guess. I've got furniture that needs assembling; see ya around then, dude." Margarita replied back, her other hand eaving at himwhile her other arm reeled itself in.

"*Dude*."

Just as it seemed like Margarita's period of showing off was done, Her head twisted like an owl's and shot backwards towards the increasingly-distant boy, her body remained sitting on the table, devoid of movement as her neck continued to increase its length like rope being unspooled.

"Hey, don't think you're leaving just like that," She interrupted, wrapping her neck around the just one time to stop him in his tracks. "What's your name anyways?"
Andrea
◇ And all he initially did was hum in acknowledgement.

□ However, he'd barely taken two steps before, in a gruesome display of power, the gal's head appeared mere inches from his own. Initially spooked, his eyes shot open, but oddly enough something in his surprised, perplexed mind was telling him to kiss this disembodied head, as if it'd defuse any tension that might have still been present in the air since he'd thrown a noise bomb at the ceiling. Of course, though, common sense won out, and he simply stumbled back, letting out an awkward chuckle and rubbing the back of his head, massaging the scalp with fingernails well past their trimming date.

▪︎ Not like they got in the way.

◆ "Silas." Straight to the point. It was the best way to deal with this, he figured, and so he kept it plain. "Now, uh...? I haven't got your name. Mind handing it over before I get going?"
Marie
Her neck (and in turn, her entire body's physiology) was a perplexing question to most, if not all. After all, her neck was metres long by this point, and even then it was wrapped once around another person. She still breathed and talked normaly despite having a disproportionately long neck, so that was good. But surprisingly, this wasn't the most eye-catching thing to happen right now in the NC cafeteria, so any attention Margarita's little stunt got was gone in a matter of seconds anyways.

"Hah, don't worry, I'm not a constrictor boa, I won't kill you. Silas, hm? Good to know. I'm Margarita, by the way, nice meeting you!"

And with that, her rubber neck was unwrapped from him, and off he went on his way. Her head remaining floating for a few extra seconds while her neck slowly reeled itself back in.

What an experience for her first lunch time at NC.