[School] Cafeteria [Main Building]

Julian Foley aka. Mr. Fluffals


Being unfamiliar with the area, he was at a complete loss inside of the building. Normally he'd have checked the "Fire Emergency maps", which are usually located throughout the school building, but unfortunately for him, he was far too short to be able to see what was on them and he didn't wish to use too much energy to find out where he had to go either, so he simply decided to wander throughout the school on instinct. And the place to which he was taken on said instinct was... The cafeteria.

He should have guessed as much. This is the results of having the instincts of a cat... Julian had wondered if he should move on to another part of the building or stay there and have a meal. Well, the obvious course of action after being chased around by a bunch of brats all morning was to have a meal of course. He walked over to the counter and jumped on the counter and then asked: "Uhm, hello there. Excuse me, but is any of the five main dishes a pure meat dish or have any fish in it?" Julian asked a bit nervously to the clerk.

Julian was rather fascinated by how "nice" everything looked. When he was forced to go to school with pretty much a pitch fork to the neck the school cafeteria looked absolutely terrible and smelled like it was feeding rotten dog corpses to the students, in contrast to this school's cafeteria which looked like it was a small restaurant like place.

Julian Foley aka. Mr. Fluffals


His small, meekly "Hello there" was returned by a yell coming from the kitchen. That, for Julian anyways, blew away the peaceful atmosphere which was in the cafeteria up until then. As Julian looked at the person who emerged from the kitchen he faced the immediate realization that this person was most definitely one of "those" people. The optimists. Or otherwise known as, the people Julian has trouble dealing with. He made a mental note to himself to not try and make any form of small talk with the young looking girl, who appeared as though she just finished high school.

The girl then gave a brief on the menu and gave her own recommendations for what to pick. There was really one dish that he wanted after hearing her suggestions. As such, it took next to no time for him to decide on his meal. "Th-the Asian Salmon, please." And, he stuttered.... This is what happens when you force a NEET to go outside and interact, unless Julian pays attention to his words, he'll either be too silent because of his body or just straight up stutter, the stuttering problem happens in both of his bodies though...

She then asked him if "everything was fine"... Was everything fine? He was forced to go outside of his comfort zone, find a job and now even work a full time job. How was any of that fine!? For a normal person it might seem like the everyday life, but for someone like Julian, who's had everything he needed in life put down on a silver plate generally money though this was complete blasphemy. Well, not like he was a positive person to begin with. He always found a problem with something and always could complain about something in his life after all. After brainstorming what the clerk asked him, he sighed. "Yes, everything is fine, I'm always like this." Julian answered. Even though he could complain about a lot of things, whether he did and or should is another matter altogether...

Julian Foley aka. Mr. Fluffals


It had been only a few brief moments since he entered the school grounds yet already he was angry with himself. Stuttering? What was he a preschooler? Disappointment to himself he was, yet again. He started questioning himself if he was even an "adult". Do other people his age worry about these kinds of small things? Do they not? Maybe if he was more social he'd know, but he couldn't even manage to do that. He started questioning if he should even be in this room, no, building. This school was probably made for talented young people of various origins to advance to greater heights than even students of prestige private schools, to obtain even higher achievements than the history's greatest... And there he was, supposedly a teacher... Who technically has only a single degree in history, which was actually obtained online... ...

Coming back to reality, he heard the woman say something peculiar. She told him they served alcohol which was a rather odd statement to him, hence he decided to inquire about it a bit. "Excuse me, but you serve alcohol here? I was under impression that the school strictly prohibited alcohol on school grounds, or is this place just an exception to that rule?"
After he'd receive his answer, he'd also reply about her question if he'd like a drink. "I see, well I'd like some apple juice then, please." He said.

She then gave a small grin and left. After she did so, Julian himself took a deep breath and sighed heavily, after which he mumbled to himself: "And I'm gonna have to teach, in front of class full of students.... .... I do believe I've never even given a presentation before let alone a lesson... ... Oh boy..."

He then moved to one of the green sofa like "chairs" and got into a sitting position while waiting for the woman to come back.

Julian Foley aka. Mr. Fluffals


He was rather happy to gain some useful information about the school. If what the clerk said was true, which it most likely was, then he could come here during evenings after his classes were done and/or when he'd have a bad day to come for a small drink. Then he realized he'd probably get pretty acquainted with the clerk here if he was gonna come here every day of the year... He really did lead a sad life. Maybe he should fix it? But then the everyday answer to that everyday question came to him yet again. He was too old for that. "Hmmm, I see."

After a small amount of time passed, the clerk came back again bringing him the apple juice he ordered. As she came out from the kitchen she greeted him and he greeted her back. "Ah, yes, hello. I'm really not good at this whole communication thing... And he then noticed how she brought his apple juice in... It was in a bowl. His original plan was to transform into his human state while he was eating, because he didn't want anyone really seeing him eat, as he felt "uncomfortable". It made him feel like an absolute beast or something, not that he technically wasn't.

Well, I can just drink it from the bowl, whatever. It doesn't look like anyone is here either way. No, of course not. He said. But to what? He wondered for a second before snapping back into reality. Ah, that's right. The clerk had asked him whether he minded if she sat here. And he gave her an answer on auto-pilot. He truly was a complete idiot. The thing he was bothered most by wasn't even his "supposed" stupidity and conversation skills, it was the fact that he was getting embarrassed so easily. For now he just wondered, if it was gonna be more awkward to suddenly turn into a 50 year old "geezer" or stay as he is and eat, for the first time in front of others in his cat form.