Ahsoka gave Tamaki's arm a soft reassuring squeeze. "I wouldn't worry too much about it all. The first day is always a bit overwhelming. At least it felt like it for me." She said softly, and as he held a chair out for her she was surprised but thanked him for the assistance.
With Ahsoka, Tamaki and Logan lining one side of the table, and Trunks, Ty Lee and Himawari down the other, she looked around at them and suddenly it felt crowded, but not in a bad way. There was just a lot of people here, she thought. More than her and Trunks, who could gather a meal together and go sit at a random table, or in the middle of the floor like idiots, or in a completely different part of the house and be happy about it. Now they had to share meals with four other people at least twice a day. She wondered if it would really happen, and what would happen if they didn't?
Himawari was glad to talk to someone about girly things again. She had taken her sword off and placed it beside her at her chair, her hands down in her lap and making sure her clothing was in the right place. "Thank you so much! I'm not sure on auras, but I like to think the light colors go well with me!" Her aura is actually very black for some people. Black, or dark, or dead in general. So don't focus on that.
"Is it all right if we talk at the table? Or do we take meals in silence?" She asked, looking to the others for social cues. There were a lot of things she had learned in her travels that she had to keep in mind.
"I don't care if we talk or not." Logan said almost gruffly with out too much force. He sat, arms on the table, frowning around at the setting. This was too fancy for him. Then again everything in Japan was too fancy for him, and he had just left that.
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With Ahsoka, Tamaki and Logan lining one side of the table, and Trunks, Ty Lee and Himawari down the other, she looked around at them and suddenly it felt crowded, but not in a bad way. There was just a lot of people here, she thought. More than her and Trunks, who could gather a meal together and go sit at a random table, or in the middle of the floor like idiots, or in a completely different part of the house and be happy about it. Now they had to share meals with four other people at least twice a day. She wondered if it would really happen, and what would happen if they didn't?
Himawari was glad to talk to someone about girly things again. She had taken her sword off and placed it beside her at her chair, her hands down in her lap and making sure her clothing was in the right place. "Thank you so much! I'm not sure on auras, but I like to think the light colors go well with me!" Her aura is actually very black for some people. Black, or dark, or dead in general. So don't focus on that.
"Is it all right if we talk at the table? Or do we take meals in silence?" She asked, looking to the others for social cues. There were a lot of things she had learned in her travels that she had to keep in mind.
"I don't care if we talk or not." Logan said almost gruffly with out too much force. He sat, arms on the table, frowning around at the setting. This was too fancy for him. Then again everything in Japan was too fancy for him, and he had just left that.