In the back of a crowded lecture hall, Kyoko was packing up her notes. She set a notebook in her bag; a five subject of course. Not only was she rebelling against technology, but she would rebel against consumerism by only needing one notebook a semester. She slings her bag over her shoulder, heading out down the lecture hall's many stairs. She gives her professor a polite wave and heads into towards the student union. In S.T.F. University's lovely union, she finds an equally lovely sight; her partner already got her a nice study spot and has actual food. Not that she doesn't spot the hot chips in their bag too.

Kyoko: "Geez, do you even have classes here? Why're you bein' so nice and stuff." She huffs, pulling down her mask as she sits at the table. This dweeb already had her favorite study spots memorized. "You're going to make me think you like me or something." She smirks, taking the offered meal.

Kyoko: "You even remembered that I like the union's Japanese food... Dork." She mutters, tapping the base of her chopsticks on the table to separate them better. She barely looks at them as she eats, secretly flustered at how nice they are to her. And to think, all because she helped them with a vending machine once. She takes out her laptop as she eats, pulling up her to-do list and checking her email. Lunch or not, this was prime work time. She swallows her bite of food, looking at her partner.

Kyoko: "And you'd better not even think about interrupting my work... My professors gave me way too much work this week." She rolls her eyes, checking up on everything. She had to get something done or risk missing out on volunteer work.