“So what do you think the whole shit show with the Doc’s about anyway?” Yiavannis inquired, settling into his seat beside Walker as he pulled out a pair of hashi. A staple of the Apparatus field mess kit, the two little sticks weren’t necessarily meant to be used in the way the Taiyou or Tokaigan hashi were, but often found use as chopsticks. He stirred at his steaming cup for a moment, watching the water swirl as Walker produced a set of his own.
“I don’t fuckin’ know man, probably some biology shit we wouldn’t understand.” Walker replied dryly, pulling up a clump of noodles from his own cup before bringing it to his mouth. “We’re just the taxi drivers bud, welcome to the Tauronese Cavalry.” He finished through a mouthful of food.
“Hey, check out these guys.” Yiavannis said, swirling his hashi about in his cup while nodding over to a pair of Taiyou entering the lobby. Walker looked away from a television set briefly as Yiavannis indicated to the two men. “That one guy, in the dress.”
Walker grit his teeth through another mouthful of food, wiping at his mouth with the back of his sleeve before he promptly, but quietly, corrected Yiavannis. “That’s a hakama, Yia.Taiyou clothing … y’know, like the Tokaigans.”
“Yeah yeah sure - I swear he looks familiar though.” Yiavannis replied, shaking off Walker’s correction while the marine put his elbows on his knees and proceeded to study the two men. “What-the-fuck-ever, there’s like trillions of Taiyou anyway.”
“Man, Yia.” Walker tried his best to stifle the laugh, not to indulge the Lance Corporal’s remarks. “Fuckin’ Christ, dude.”
”What? I don’t mean it in like, a bad way. That - that's just a statement.”