A/N: Bentley properly meets Torako Lam for the first time. His first impression of her is ‘loud.’
was scribbling his side of the conversation Alcor at lunch, minding his own
business and stealing quick bites of food between words when somebody set their
bento down in the seat across from his.
stopped mid-word, and Bentley looked up. It was a classmate he only vaguely
recognized from Mathematical Magic as being one of the more boisterous people. They’d
never actually really spoken, so he was understandably confused when she grinned
and said, “Hey Ben! How’s it hanging?”
was his intelligent response. When she sat down and looked at her bento to
unstack it, he shot a quick what the hell
look at Alcor, who jerked his shoulders up and then let them fall. Apparently it
was called a ‘shrug,’ whatever that was.
we don’t talk much do we?” The stranger laughed and glanced up from her box. “Hey,
do you like musubi? My dad cooks it with too much soy and it kills me every
Bentley repeated. He wanted to ask who she was, but he also really didn’t want
to embarrass himself more than he usually did. “I…guess?”
you go then!” She slid the top box over, and Bentley stared down in it in
confusion. There were two musubi, yes, but also a pile of seaweed salad.
pointed at it with his chopsticks. “Um.”
a dismissive wave, she set into the second half of her bento. “Eh, take it. Too
much of a pain to separate it out.”
Bentley said, but he didn’t go for the offered food.