[For the past couple days, Gilbert's been really thinking. He's been too ashamed to talk to Elliot and too depressed to do anything else. However, today, he's actually eaten and he's feeling slightly more confident. However, if you look at him, he doesn't seem like he would be nervous or upset at all. He honestly just looks angry.

So he's sitting in the cafeteria in the shelter, carefully eating his food and trying not to scarf it down. He's actually nervous, being in public, but he just looks angry, once more. ...And maybe a little bit lonely. So do you want to approach him? He certainly won't approach you, that's for certain.]

[Voice - Filtered to Elliot Nightray]

I need to talk to you.

[ since it's raining, and kind of miserably warm, Lavi swallows his dislike of the traditional classroom format and posts a sign on the tree in the park that reads "English Class is moved to Education Center, Room 300". any students who come in will see him sitting at the teacher's desk, feet propped up on the desk as he flips through a thick, old-looking book. ]

[When Cain stepped into the dojo for his morning warm-ups, it had looked like a small tornado had passed through. Which, of course, presented a problem for his class at noon. Rather than tempt his students into contributing to the dojo's unfortunate destruction, or into using the splintered equipment to shank each other, he decides to hold class outside in the open field nearby.]

[Students can find both Cain and Gaunt there, with salvaged equipment on hand.]

Sword fighting isn't just about training the body. If we're going to have any hope of turning this into an art rather than an exercise whacking each other with sticks, it's time to start exercising our minds.

We're going to start with a bit of meditation today. You're going to sit down, get comfortable, and close your eyes. Shed your thoughts and focus on your breathing.

[And after that, the usual lessons in whacking each other with sticks will ensue, with Gaunt as a guest/co-instructor!]

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((OOC: Specify the time of class in your action headers~ Cain's classes are, as always, mingle-style, so feel free to tag with each other as you please! ...Though Cain might threadjack to make :| faces at people who start whispering during the meditation portion.))

[ If by perchance you are to enter the library, you will possibly spot a brooding young man.

On his hands, resting against the surface of the nearest table are a notepad and a pen, items he had brought with him to draw whatever object would pique his interest. Originally, he had intended to draw somewhere at Sector 4, but the rain has forced him to stay indoors.

Even though he is doodling an image of the library's bookshelves, he is notoriously distracted and possibly upset. He can't focus, not when his mind is busily distracting him by replaying the conversation he had with Murata.

He doesn't regret saying what he said, however, he is now feeling doubtful. Of himself and mainly of how he is dealing with Yuuri's security. There are things he wants to say but has been too wary of saying.

After sighing, the blond gathers enough courage to click a sequence of buttons on his communicator. ]

[ Private to Yuuri ]
Good afternoon, Your Majesty. [ as per usual his voice is cold and impersonal. ]

[Today, Kaito's decided to sneak out for a few things at the clothing store. He had a few dresses over his shoulder, some in a small pile on the floor, and some draped over a couple of robots that kept trying to clean up after him.

He hums at the current garment in his hands and tries to... figure out the right way. So many straps-- denied. That's another one tossed over his shoulder before he goes back to rummaging through the racks. Where's a model when you need one? Hrmmm. In the mean time--]

[voice]

--Yo, what's the most superior color? And no one say orange, 'cause no one likes that shit unless they're impersonating a traffic cone.