1. Kou's a bit nervous, honestly. He was sent here to succeed, not to flunk out on a technicality. The questions aren't what he expected. Few of them are relevant at all. It's more like a personality test than a knowledge test, isn't it? That's great, but which personality are they looking for here? Is there a wrong answer? Is it just to determine compatibility?
Maybe that's it. He taps the cards together, forgetting that he's grasping them too tightly for that. A thin line of blood blooms on the inside of his index finger. A paper cut. He stares at it for a moment, watching the red spread over his pale skin. Well, he'll just have to be himself. You can't get through everything on tradition. He clears his throat, and shoots an easy smile at his interview partner. "I've never built anything in my life," he admits. "Maybe the measuring tape. Nothing works if it doesn't fit, right?"
2. Travel is a familiar concept for Kou, but this is a diffeent style than he's used to. He'd occasionally reflected before on what sort of difference it made to forgo first class, walking past long lines of other passengers at aeroports. He'd always found the scene distasteful, and secretly had hoped to try general boarding out at some point to see what it was like.
This is a little more than he'd bargained for. The bus is crowded and stuffy, the roads are rough. He's jet lagged and nauseous, craning his neck toward the nearest window to try and catch a glimpse of he unfamiliar country whizzing by, as though it might help. It's a tossup, between the exhaust fumes and the burning feeling of the overheated floor beneath them. He wipes some sweat from his brow and glances around. Is this normal? It can't be, right? Everyone else looks miserable, too.
He pulls some gum from a pocket -he'd brought it for the flight, and he's glad for it now- and offers a piece to the nearest person he can catch the eye of. "Fresh out of the rose and lemon ice, but here's some ginger."
Kou Ichijo | Persona 4 et al
Kou's a bit nervous, honestly. He was sent here to succeed, not to flunk out on a technicality. The questions aren't what he expected. Few of them are relevant at all. It's more like a personality test than a knowledge test, isn't it? That's great, but which personality are they looking for here? Is there a wrong answer? Is it just to determine compatibility?
Maybe that's it. He taps the cards together, forgetting that he's grasping them too tightly for that. A thin line of blood blooms on the inside of his index finger. A paper cut. He stares at it for a moment, watching the red spread over his pale skin. Well, he'll just have to be himself. You can't get through everything on tradition. He clears his throat, and shoots an easy smile at his interview partner. "I've never built anything in my life," he admits. "Maybe the measuring tape. Nothing works if it doesn't fit, right?"
2.
Travel is a familiar concept for Kou, but this is a diffeent style than he's used to. He'd occasionally reflected before on what sort of difference it made to forgo first class, walking past long lines of other passengers at aeroports. He'd always found the scene distasteful, and secretly had hoped to try general boarding out at some point to see what it was like.
This is a little more than he'd bargained for. The bus is crowded and stuffy, the roads are rough. He's jet lagged and nauseous, craning his neck toward the nearest window to try and catch a glimpse of he unfamiliar country whizzing by, as though it might help. It's a tossup, between the exhaust fumes and the burning feeling of the overheated floor beneath them. He wipes some sweat from his brow and glances around. Is this normal? It can't be, right? Everyone else looks miserable, too.
He pulls some gum from a pocket -he'd brought it for the flight, and he's glad for it now- and offers a piece to the nearest person he can catch the eye of. "Fresh out of the rose and lemon ice, but here's some ginger."