Oh how fast they grow...

[justiceinheaven]

Characters: 17-year-old Nanako, and you!
Setting: See below.
Format: Take your pick.
Summary: The Tower isn't exactly the greatest place for a kid to grow up in, but Nanako has turned out all right. Responses will come from justiceforbrother
Warnings: ...cuteness? Seventeen year old with a sword? idk

Room 03-15
[Entering the room, you'll see a certain individual half hanging into her trunk from her position on the bed, rummaging around inside while her legs dangle up in the air behind her. The... room assignment has that bed clearly marked as belonging to Nanako Dojima, but that girl? Definitely not seven years old.]

I know I left my sword in here... onii-chan'll kill me if I lost it...

[...it's definitely Nanako though. And her sword is on the floor, just half hanging out from under her bed. Might want to tell her that.]

Meadow Floor
[Once Nanako locates her sword, she's up here for practice. Why not, after all? Her brother always had some student or other up here, so she may as well make use of it to!]

[Dare you approach the cute seventeen year old with pigtails and a katana that's almost as big as she is?]

Cafeteria
[Nanako's a bit bummed; sword practice went well, but when it came to trying to summon her Persona? Uh... nothing; did Persona's take vacations, or were the admins being jerks again? She didn't know, but it had her upset enough to be listlessly pushing her meal around the plate, annoyed and on top of it? Bored to tears.]

...this place sucks.

[Well, she's not talking to anyone in particular, but at least it's a statement everyone can agree on?]

Media Floor
[...so instead of moping about her Persona not responding, she decides to take it out on the poor X-box and whatever sorry sap has the courage to challenge her in Halo. Prepare to be splattered on canyon walls: she did have the best teacher ever, after all.]

Comments

[andajarofdirt]

[He watches her move, somewhat amused.]

No need for you to get annoyed, darling, it's not every day one sees a pretty lady like you around.

[When in doubt: FLATTER.]

[justiceforbrother]

[Nanako turned a healthy shade of pink at the compliment.]

T-there are plenty of prettier girls around. A-and you're too old to be saying that to me anyway.

[...burn.]

[andajarofdirt]

[You are far too low on the burn scale to really get him, Nanako, but it's a very good attempt. It makes Jack laugh.]

Now, now, what has age got to do with appreciating aesthetics?

[He arches an eyebrow at her.]

Just what kind of scandalous thoughts are you entertaining there?

[justiceforbrother]

[Appreciating...?]

[Nanako let out an affronted noise, absently making sure her borrowed school uniform skirt wasn't hiked up anywhere.]

J-just assumed whatever a lecturous old man would think, that's all.

[andajarofdirt]

Well there we go, that's your problem.

[Jack grins, amused at her discomfort and fully on trolling mode.]

You're assuming I'm something I'm not.

[He totally is.]

[justiceforbrother]

[Nanako leaned away, an unsure look on her face.]

...somehow I don't believe that...

[andajarofdirt]

Pirate honor, darling. Would I lie?

[...yes.]

[justiceforbrother]

...pirates have honor?

[Not according to the TV she used to watch in Inaba!]

[andajarofdirt]

...well, we have a code.

[Oh boy, don't they have a code.]

[justiceforbrother]

Oh really now...

[All right, pirate. Do tell.]

[andajarofdirt]

Of course we do.

[Jack makes a face.]

Bad idea, to badmouth the code.

[He'd know.]

[justiceforbrother]

So... what does this code say that it's so serious?

[andajarofdirt]

Oh, are you interested in becoming one, now?

[justiceforbrother]

I don't think that matters here... who would I be all pirate-y against?

[andajarofdirt]

See now, you're looking at it backwards and upside down.

[Jack shakes his head, as if this were a common mistake.]

[justiceforbrother]

[...he was officially getting on her nerves.]

So how about explaining it so it makes sense!

[andajarofdirt]

But you're not a pirate, now, are you?