<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Akiyama Amaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Akiyama's dorm room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Megumi Shika<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First day of School; Night Time<br/><hr/><br/>What Megumi responded with left Amya stuck in thought for a short while. She spent it filling up the electric water kettle with cold water that would soon boil up. She was admittedly a bit curious to how skilled Megumi was with chopsticks, considering that she after all couldn't see. She had a few plastic forks too though, so it wasn't like it mattered much.<br/><br/><strong>"It makes sense, I just don't entirely agree with it"</strong>Amaya broke the silence with it.<strong>"It's an optimistic way of thinking, but realistically, people don't change at the snap of a finger. You can change how someone does a job, but you can't change how they think"</strong>She said, opening up the chicken cup and a beef cup for herself, opening it up and pouring in the stock and the small pack of dried vegetables that would in the end just lay sad at the bottom of the cup.<br/><br/><strong>"That being said, you have the more fortunate view on the matter, and I envy you for that. Realism is nice and all, but optimism sounds far more pleasant"</strong>Amaya responded, finalizing her view on the matter, just in time for the kettle to finish in a loud humming of water boiling against an electric heater. Amaya pulled off the kettle from the small foot and poured in the now steaming water, placing a pair of chopsticks over the top cover she'd pulled halfway off earlier.<strong>"Just leave it sitting for a bit, I'll go and pick up your clothes. If there's anything else you're missing, I'll go with you tomorrow and we'll pick up those things, ok?"</strong>She said, stepping towards the door, stepping into a pair of simple sandals and unlocking the door.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll be back in a few minutes, just make yourself at home"</strong><br/><br/>And with that, Amaya stepped out and closed the door after herself. She realized in retrospect she should probably have brought along a bag to put the clothes into, but oh well, it'd look real lame if she had to come back half a second after leaving. She assumed Megumi had one, and if not, she'd figure something out.<br/><br/>She spun Megumi's keys lightly around her index finger, catching them just before they slipped off every time. The room number was written on the plastic piece on the handle of the key, so finding it wasn't too bad at least, the trek went by quickly. The population in the hallways had thinned out quite a lot, there was only the occasional stray student walking through, most seemed to have gathered up in their own or others' rooms, if they weren't out in the city still.<br/><br/>And eventually, she'd made her way to the door to Megumi and Akumi's dorm-suite. She unlocked the front door and stepped inside, quickly noticing the passed out... Thing, on the floor. A part of her wanted to step over and give her, or rather, him, a solid kick between the legs, but she held back her desire and instead tried the key on the first door. Nothing. It was the other one then. And true enough, she pushed in the key and it slipped right in, as if the lock had just been oiled. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. It looked like there hadn't been anyone inside for ages, cleanliness aside. She found a bag though, so she just opened it up wide and pulled Megumi's clothes out with some level of care, though for the most part, she assumed it'd have to be re-folded later anyways, so a lot of it ended up being lazily dumped in. When the bag was full, there was not a single garment left, though then again, most bags were bigger than they looked.<br/><br/>With that, Amaya stepped back outside and locked the door to Megumi's private quarters to keep the perv still passed out on the floor from getting in there, before turning off the lights in the suite and stepping out, carrying with her the bag down to her own room. Her own room wasn't in the same layout, no separate rooms, just a big shared space with sizable beds, she was a bit envious, but at the same time, her line of intimacy was rather lackluster and she couldn't claim she didn't want to share the space with Megumi, even if it could make it awkward at times.<br/><br/>The lock to Amaya's dorm room unlocked in a loud snap, followed by the sound of Amaya's sandals flopping against her heels as she stepped inside and closed the door after herself, finalizing with locking it.<strong>"There we go, don't know if I got everything, we can have a look tomorrow, after we've gone to the school board about A- your current roommate"</strong>She put the bag down a few steps from the door and stepped back to the table, sitting down by it.<strong>"But enough about that, let's eat, chopsticks are on top of your cup, which, uh, is right in front of you"</strong>Perhaps she was spoonfeeding a bit too much. Did it sound condescending? God she hoped not, she was just uncertain of how to present it. She was merely trying to be helpful, trying to envision the struggles of having no eyesight. She snapped her own chopsticks apart and pulled off the top of her cup, leaving it on the table for the time being, the smell of beef stock quickly filling the room before she'd had the time to start eating.