"So, you're supposed to use the Regen, when...?" Anna asked as she and Sung finished piling food on their plates.
Sung stifled a groan as she used a pair of prongs to pick up five chicken tenders and unceremoniously plopped them on her plate. She needed to explain all this again?
"Alright, I'll say it again, but this is seriously the last time. If you get hit with a Burn, you can use it if you need to get rid of the status in a pinch, or you can do it while your character's healthy and get some free, but slow healing for a lot less energy," Sung said. "You shouldn't bother using it if you can't find any half-decent cover, though."
Anna nodded as they both sat down at a table that was decently close to the buffet area, She and Sung both had an interesting distribution of food; Anna didn't really have too much to speak of (a couple biscuits and a bowl of soup) while Sung had enough to feed two people. On top of the five chicken tenders, she also had three muffins, and four scoopfuls of macaroni and cheese. Before she dug in, though, Sung noticed the heiress was looking at the overflowing plate with an odd expression.
Hey, uh..." Anna started.
"What?" Sung asked, impatient to get on with devouring her meal.
"Well, I just wanted to say thanks, but...You didn't have to get any food for me."
"...Huh?" Then the meaning of that sentence hit the Korean like a sack of bricks, causing her face to redden and her dignity to shatter. "Um, y-yeah, no problem. I'll keep that in mind next time."
Seriously, she got so much this time her new roommate thought some of it was for her? Damn, she really was letting all this get out of hand! Within the next week, she'd probably be busting out of that new pair of jeans she'd bought a few weeks ago! They were already starting to feel a little tight...Sung even thought she'd heard the fabric-
Hey, wait a minute, Sung thought to herself, trying to get her thoughts under control. I'm forgetting who I'm talking to. How do I know Marissa just isn't used to other people going out of their way to give her stuff? She is an heiress, after all.Probably spoiled to hell and back.
Granted, Sung didn't really know all the details, but she'd heard of the Duponts a few times. They were apparently a family that owned some kind of chemical manufacturing plant, producing stuff like adhesives, resins, and other things businesses could re-purpose. She did recall reading they'd only just recently passed the $1 billion mark in family funds, which when simplified...well, Sung was never great with Math, but she was pretty sure they could afford 100,000 Titans or something. While Sung was still saving up for 1. The world could be very unfair sometimes.
With that much money, Anna probably lived such a life of pomp and comfort, she must've had servants waiting on her hand and foot 24/7. Her comment had nothing to do with any incredulity towards the pro gamer, of course not! Sung just needed to lay some ground rules about what Anna could and couldn't expect from her. She definitely wasn't going to fill the role of maid. Not just because Sung thought it'd be an affront to her pride, but also because the she was an inherently lazy person who hated the idea of doing mounds of work even for herself, let alone others.
"Hey, have I told you about my sister yet?" Anna asked suddenly, lowering a half-eaten biscuit from her mouth.
Sung paused in choking down her food. So far, she'd already finished off three of her five chicken tenders, and her appetite hadn't even dented. "No, can't say you have."
"Oh! I need to fix that, then!" the heiress said, placing a hand on her cheek. "If she'd visited unannounced, there probably would've been a huge misunderstanding."
"Would she go into my room?"
,
"...I don't think so, if your name tag was on it. Why do you ask?"
"Because you don't have to worry about me ever meeting her otherwise."
"Oh, okay. Well, I should still probably tell you a little about her," Anna said with a smile, electing to not give too much thought to what her roommate just said. “I mean, not that you’d have a hard time figuring out which of us was which if you saw us side by side, or anything. We’re kind of like night and day, except even less alike. But put on our own, a ton of people get us mixed up for some reason.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Like, I’m constantly worrying about my grades, you know? Trying to get all A’s, get in my teachers’ good graces, follow the rules, all that. But Marissa…well, let’s just say she doesn’t really see the point in any of the stuff I work so hard at.”
“That must suck.” Truthfully, Sung was just waiting for this person to get it over with, in the meantime giving out stock phrases to give the illusion she was actually listening while sinfully biting into her muffins.
"No, not really. I mean, she's still a good person, I love her a lot, it's just that I don't care for her 'teacher's pet' jokes and stuff," Anna said with a laugh. "And-" Suddenly she paused, looking past Sung and waving her hand. "Heeey, Marissa! Over here!"
Sung looked over herself and saw the girl in question. Marissa had long blonde hair, unlike the short style Anna was sporting. Other than that, though, they were pretty much like mirror reflections. Beyond the hair, they really only had one other major difference, which didn't even have to do with their physical features. And that was that Marissa seemed to carry herself in a far different fashion than Anna. While Anna was very straight and prim in the way she smiled, sat, walked, or did practically anything under the Sun, Marissa was carrying herself like any other random girl. Hell, she was practically jaunting her way over to the table, swinging her arms lazily and not caring when her hands grazed past any random passer-by, giving a beaming grin in the direction of her sister.
Once she got to the table, the other Dupont...
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