(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[Dust]

SW-808 has always had the ability to process information rather quickly, he was sure it came with the territory. But where to begin.. Yuki, like the snow. Bitter, cold, unrelenting, and as she stated truthfully, could be deadly if you took it too likely. He probably knew that lesson a lot more litterally than she did, or thought he did. Its been a long time since he thought abou the consequences that avelanched around him that night on the mountain. How the icy wind stung against his sweat covered body, and the snow clung to his tear streaked cheeks. The treatment he receieved was close to that of a slave, he was sure of it. However, who was going to listen to a nobody when he whimpered for help? The answer was no one. 

As it were, snow tended to have other qualities though, he wondered how Dawn and yuki compared in those. He looked her straight in the eyes as she talked about her view about Omni, as if he's not only heard this speach before but maybe even agreed with her. It couldn't be further from the truth. But the look continued even as she tried to lecture him like he was some young punk with no idea about the real world; or this one. Even as she wrongly assumed his mentioning of his old home was him remenissing over long lost memories of a happy life with friends, family, and maybe someone he could actually see himself being with. She probably had a picture in her head about everyone that wasn't her, of what a normal life is supposed to be and that everyone else had that kind of life. Perhaps it was his fault, for seeming like someone who wasn't mentally damaged as well as physcially scarred. 

Then as if to punctuate that she was done with this conversation she swiped a part of his meal, and with her fingers stuffed it in her mouth and began to chew like the animal he was supposed to supposedly be. His smirk grew along his strong, until he was flashing his teeth in a grin. He tried to think about the best way to say this, without sounding cocky, or like he was trying to return her lecture with a lesson on life itself. He didn't want to upset her, despite how well it seemed to get her talking. He twisted the chopsticks so the top one spun over the flat part of his thumb. But no matter his wording he was unsatisfied. So he just creates a pair of chopsticks in his other hand as he hands them over to her. "You'd be surprised, Yuki." He left off at that, but with a tone that implied she could be wrong; doing his best to keep it light in order to keep the offense to an acceptable level.

In his hands were proper chopsticks, lacquered for multiple use. They were dark, black even, with the Kaji 'snow' on the ends, and just a basic sakura blossom design along the part where her fingers go. It was a trick that took very little to no OM to create, and he could take them back if she really didn't want them, but he hoped she would. As well, she had his unofficial permission to take whatever plate of food he had on the table for herself. It was almost familiar like a dog wanting to please everyone around him, but like he might be able to achieve that instead of coming of as conceited.