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A left wrist had a black wristwatch wrapped around it: the dark green screen was showing 8:27 written in normal green. Tonna's eyebrows were down, her head shook a bit, her mouth sighed loudly.
"27 minutes of delay… she just received the Senior rank promotion and she's already risking her position!" Her right wrist lands on her right hip. "Why no one is ever concerned about their own ranks?! Do they even remember how hard it was to get"
Claaank…
Tonna's head immediately rose. Her eyes were pointing at Mirii: her hands were on the door, which was moving all the way back until it stops with a click. The girl turns behind, with her head raising a bit and her eyes staring at the woman.
"Good morning, Tonna." Her feet move forward, with her legs and arms caressing the air. "I'll be heading over the cafè area, taking some deserved breakfast."
"Deserved…?" The woman snorted, as her arms folded and her eyes squeezed. "Who said you would take breakfast?"
Mirii's left foot stops right above the red carpet: her eyes expanded a bit, her mouth sealed.
"What's the meaning of this, Tonna?!" Her eyebrows went down, her mouth downturned, her fists clenched, as her left foot went near her right one. "Every Agent must eat breakfast in order to not feel tired during the day before lunch."
"I know that… but that attitude you had earlier was kind of disrespectful." Her head rose. "Treating your situation like it was just a pebble inside your shoe…"
"Tonna, this is not the appropriate time to discuss irrelevant arguments." Mirii's right hand took her right tentacle and caresses it slowly. "I did what you asked, I succeeded in keeping my rank protected by penalities… punishing me for mere subjective interpretations is just a proof that you are abusing your chief powers"
"Mirii, no." Tonna closes her eyes, shakes her head left and right and sighs loudly. Her eyelids went up. "You are the one who's thinking the wrong ideas: when you talked to me over the phone, you didn't really react to the fact your position was in danger"
"And why I would react on that?" Mirii's arms folded, her eyebrows went down, her head rose. "Do you really wanted to see me panicking and going out of control?"
"Of course not!" Tonna's eyebrows lowered, as her arms opened. "But would had really hurt that much to just shut the shell up and start running?! You couldn't take the situation that lightly"
"If I truly didn't care for my rank, I would have been here at least 15 minutes later." Mirii snorted, as her body turns slightly to the right and her right foot rose up from the red carpet. "With that said, the discussion is over: this whole argument is just wasting time."
"Wasting time?!" Tonna's arms stretched down, with her fists clenching. "The discussion isn't even over, Mirii! You didn't even promised to be more careful next time and protect your own rank as much as"
Her mouth was wide open: Mirii turns to the left, as her feet were stomping white tiles. Her eyes were seeing several Inklings sitting behind a table, which had plates covered with either bacons and eggs or rusks with either a light-orange or a reddish marmalade: behind the plates, glasses full of either orange juice or milk.
Her eyes fell on the clear counter, which had silver boxes containing some of the meals already seen on the plates. Near the counter on the right, a clear collection of vertical shelves: each had a brioche and a different tag, respectively reading "Chocolate", "Cream", "Plain", "Frozen Sea Special".
"... Frozen Sea Special, huh." Her head rose, as her eyes were pointed over the rightmost brioche. "I wonder how it tastes… maybe it's a little miracle in food science."
Her mouth smiled, as the girl was getting closer to the shelves.
"Mirii!"
The girl's head immediately turns to the left, as her eyes expanded: Hun's left hand kept moving back and forth, with his palm pointing at himself. Her cheeks got red, her mouth shrunk a bit then smiled a lot.
"I'll reach you in just a second." Her eyes closed.
"Alright!" He sits on the chair, still facing the girl. "She smiled at me… does that mean I truly did the right thing?!"
His head turns forward: Grina's head was a bit down, her eyelids were down in the middle, her mouth a bit downturned… she sighed loudly.
"Although… why my cheers didn't work on Grina?" His mouth downturned. "I don't understand… they worked on Mirii, but not on Grina?"
His head turns to the left: Bars' hands were grasping two pieces of toasted muffins, respectively located on the top and on the bottom, with inside hot sausage, melted cheese and ham. He was munching with his mouth closed.
"Bars?" His hands were on the table's edge.
Slowly, the boy turns his head over Hun.
"Are you noticing Grina's face…?" His right thumb points over the girl. "She seems somewhat sad…"
Bars swallows the food.
"Dude, like leave her alone…" His eyebrows went up.
"Wh-why?" Hun's mouth opened. "She seems in deep trouble!"
"It's a trouble you can't solve." Bars' shoulders went up for a moment. "The more you talk about it, the more the trouble grows… that's the rule of the game."
Hun's mouth closed for a moment.
"I see…" He turns over Grina.
Her left hand was holding the fork, which had a baked bean on the leftmost tip: slowly, the fork moves over her mouth as it opens in a slow manner.
"… if it's true that a Master should always help out people… what can I do to help my friend?" His head rose over the ceiling. "Hmm…"
Steps were coming from his left: his head turns in that direction, seeing Mirii holding a light-orange tray which had a plate, a clear bottle of reddish marmalade and a glass full of orange juice: on the plate, a brioche and several rusks near each other.
Her eyes were on Hun, as her mouth was smiling.
"Good morning, Hunley." She puts the tray near Hun, as her right hand pulls the chair. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, thanks!" His cheeks went red, as his eyes were closed and his mouth's smile was reaching his cheeks. "You?"
"I'm fine too." She sits on the chair, with her cheeks a bit red and her eyes closed for a brief moment.
Her eyes rested on the plate in front of the boy: crumbs were on it. Her irises steered on the glass near the plate, which had small drops of orange juice.
"I see you finished your breakfast, Hunley." She nods. "Good: I absolutely need to talk with you and the others."
"For what?" He bends a bit over Mirii.
"For a reason which it would be too long to explain in such place." Her head turns over Grina. "Although, I would like to hear the"
Grina's face was looking at the plate, which had two baked beans and a small piece of bacon. Mirii's right eyebrow rose.
"… Grina?" Her head rose a bit.
Grina sighed loudly. Mirii kept staring at the girl for 2 seconds: her head turns forward, as her eyes found Bars' munching with his mouth closed.
"Bars."
The boy swallows the food.
"Yeah?"
"Explain the situation." Her right hand took the brioche.
His eyebrows lowered a bit.
"… girl, like this is kind of a long story and"
"I said, explain the situation." Mirii bites the brioche, munching lightly with her mouth closed.
"Ehm…" His irises turned left and right. "You know… I don't really think that"
"Bars, I'm just requesting the reason behind Grina's passive attitude. After everyone finished eati"
"Greta."
Mirii's head turned to the right: Grina's eyes were still on the plate.
"… Greta?" Mirii's right eyebrow rose.
"… yes… that's my name, you know…" Slowly, Grina's head turns over Mirii. "I'm Greta Inkolina, after all. I mean, I told you that…"
Mirii's eyes kept staring at the girl, as her mouth was a bit open.
"… why that correction?" Her head rose. "You told me to keep calling you Gri"
"I told you JACK SHIP ABOUT IT!" Her right fist punched the table, as her eyebrows went down and her teeth gritted. "MY NAME IS GRETA INKOLINA!"
Mirii jumped a bit, as her irises shrunk and her eyes expanded.
"Grina, I order to you to"
"GRETA! MY NAME IS GREEETTTAAAAA!" Her head was tilted up, her feet kept stomping the floor, her hands squeezed her own tentacles.
Her feet rests on the floor, as her mouth was breathing loudly: then her mouth closes, starting to wave a bit. Her eyes closed, her nose was inhaling air very loudly.
"… I… I'm Greta… Greta Inkolina… people know that... people would never mistake me for some fat loser…"
Her mouth was slowly smiling, as she gradually starts laughing a bit. Her head went back down, her eyes opened, her laugh increased the volume a bit.
"I-I'm famous, after all!" She grins. "If I decide to steal a stage, stand on it and shout out loud my full name, people would scream and jump from joy. THAT'S BECAUSE I'M GRETA INKOLINA, DUUH! This is so obvious… as obvious as putting salt on the meat!"
The girl laughs even louder, as her eyes closed: a tear came down from her right eye, as her mouth quickly changes into a downturn form.
"… and I'm so full of it, right now." Her hands were on her eyes, as she let out a loud sob. "I'M THE MEAT COVERED IN SALT!"
Hun's eyebrows were up, his mouth downturned. He bends to the right, as he wraps his arms around Fara: she was trembling.