[ He knows that he already smells much, much better than he did before. It's something he can tell even on himself, as some of the smoke smell isn't nearly as egregious as it was before.
Kurapika dusts off whatever baking soda landed on his shirt and glances at Oria. ]
...Thanks.
[ Wow, no "fuck you" this time.
But he does scoop up his bag and heads off to class without a word.
It does seem like Oria's little deed paid off at least somewhat, because when Oria is sitting in the dining hall for lunch, a familiar bag lands next to him on the bench with a thunk before Kurapika swings a leg over and sets his tray down. He's gotten a sampling of everything in an attempt to try it out... along with several desserts. ]
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Kurapika dusts off whatever baking soda landed on his shirt and glances at Oria. ]
...Thanks.
[ Wow, no "fuck you" this time.
But he does scoop up his bag and heads off to class without a word.
It does seem like Oria's little deed paid off at least somewhat, because when Oria is sitting in the dining hall for lunch, a familiar bag lands next to him on the bench with a thunk before Kurapika swings a leg over and sets his tray down. He's gotten a sampling of everything in an attempt to try it out... along with several desserts. ]