As he had hoped, the girl appeared. Amelia could smell that cooking meat from a mile away. She wandered in, her nose leading the way. At first, she only poked her head in, but when she saw the other American struggling with the potatoes, she gave a light chuckle, hurrying over to him.
Her reasoning to rush wasn't so she could help him out. It was more so to make sure she could get some food herself, perhaps without having to actually cook. She leans up against the counter top, sliding her goggles from her forehead to he neck. It was obvious her and him shared a taste for the same cuisine. So maybe it wouldn't be too hard to short with him more often.

"Yo, Victor~" She smiled wide as she greeted him, looking at the potato he was peeling. "Whatcha making?" She knew the answer, but she figured she would ask anyway.

OOC: of course!))

Victor smiled brightly when the cheerful and probably hungry girl walked in. How lucky! He waved and did a small hop of joy, until his head banged up against a pan due to his tall stature of 6'5. Rubbing his head and feeling embarrased at his childish  display, but his smile never wavered or disappeared. He finished up peeling his potato and rapidly sliced it into pieces, then turned back to Amelia. "Howdy Again! me? i'm just tryin' to Make some more burgers, i ran out see, so i found some thingers to try and ..er.. how do ya say it..? re…recreate? the burgers?" he managed to say with his limited amount of vocabulary. When he did finish his speech struggle He finally noticed the other boy, Junichi walking in. Victor waved his hat to say hello, but didn't jump up in glee this time, he knew better. At hearing the word "criminal", Victor's face shown a look of worry. what happened? looking around no avail, He used his low intelligence to put the pieces together in a way that he would understand, and when he did, he looked even more worried. did he do something wrong that he didn't know about. Victor pointed his finger at himself as if to say "me?"

"pardon sir? Did i do something wrong?" he asked with a strong southern accent.

{OOC- Thank you! ^o^}

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Jun's brain straight-up flopped.

He coughed into his napkin, faintly red-faced. Of every possible way to greet the transfer students, he'd gone and quoted a line from the rap version of "Happy Halloween"! He peeked up at Victor and Amelia, feeling his stomach sink when he saw the look of worry on the tall boy's face.
'Oh no. Did I-' -Yes; of all possible song lyrics he could have come out with, he'd said the ones that accused the Texan of being an outlaw.

The sinking feeling in his gut doubled when Victor's worry increased. Of an entire array of emotions he could have made him felt, Jun had made him feel fretful when all he'd wanted to do was make friends. He frantically shuffled through all the English terms he knew –"I'm sorry" was in there somewhere– and tried to convey his regret through his eyes in the meantime, but then the pilot stepped up.
Amelia was taller than him too, and whilst Junichi figured she was being playful, that didn't change how he'd made Victor feel bad.

"I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed in English. "I knew that I was trouble with my bad behaviour!"

It is worth mentioning that save for basic terms, all of Jun's foreign phrases were song lyrics.

The girl was sure to teach herself some Japanese. She wasn’t very good at it, but it was enough to slide by when speaking basically to others. Her light attitude caused her to laugh at this a bit harder than most would. She found it to be truly interesting- how a language barrier could make them all so nervous. Her energy was fueled by the emotions other those around her. So their failure to communicate only amused her opposed to scare her.


She didn’t like speaking in Japanese. Instead she chose to speak in English to calm down the situation. She shook her head. This is going to be a fun ride. Her laughter then calmed down, but her joy remained, as if nothing could break this girl.

“Let’s try this again. We’ve gotta communicate somehow, right?~” She kept her hands in her pockets. She gave a calm smile to Victor, hoping that the obvious grip on his cow plush would loosen a bit if there was some order to this already hectic conversation. “There’s a bit of a language barrier, but-” She placed her hands on her hips, anchoring her body up and down on her heels. “Food is a universal language!” She did not hesitate to grab a burger that Victor had made.

She then turned to Junichi, but only sat for a moment as she tried to figure out how to say what she wanted. Her words were spread out, and her pronunciation was quite awful as she spoke to him in his native language the best she could. “You can join us, dude.” She added ‘dude’ in English at the end- though it did sound out of place.



She gave the two a bright grin, starting to pile on various toppings for her meal. She chuckled at their predicament once more, now responding to Victor in English, which came off of her tongue far more naturally. “Thanks a lot~!” She was far too excited to eat this simple food. “Burgers are my favorite!”

Victor was pretty happy that the duo liked the food and his grip did soften on his beloved cow plush. As he set the tray down and grabbed his toppings, his expression turned to a rather laid back happy one instead of the worried distraught one before, and his smile grew even bigger and happier when Junichi brought up the cow plushie. It was his comfort item, and he cherished it dearly, as his father gave it to him when he was a (surprisingly) weak and fragile child. He said it would help him become big and strong, and Victor believed it, not just because he drank about a carton of milk a day. Munching in to the burger happily and nostalgically remembering America, he tried to remember the basic Japanese he learned from traveling around the world.  While thinking he placed the tray down on a counter and put the shredded potatoes in a frying machine. When he completed that task he  had finally rremembered enough Japanese to form a sentence.


"er...sorry about the...um.... Er.... Mishap?" He managed, concentrating extra hard to say something using words in a foreign language then his own

"How do you like them burgers? Everything darn thing here is so dang fancy." He stated absentmindedly. Enjoying the company of the other two, he secretly hoped that they would become pretty good friends or something like that.

"No, no! That is all right; my apologies," Jun replied with a smile. "And I like, uh, burgers."

He regretted his initial reaction to the beefy American -- he'd judged him based on appearance when the Rodeo man was actually a huge softie with an affinity for home-made junk food. Surveying the ingredients still left out, the singer noticed some food elements his mother would never typically consider using in patties; he had to appreciate the cultural diversity that Hope's Peak had brought in to spread peace across the world. 
Fingers touched to the back of his hat, bumping up the panama's bowl to touch his scalp, sheepish.

"Glad I am."

Before he knew it, Junichi had polished off his burger and a leaf of lettuce that he swiped from the topping platter as an afterthought. He also remembered why he'd migrated to the kitchen in the first place: to bin the napkin he'd used as a sandwich wrap previously. Jun navigated to the trash can and disposed of the paper, dusting off his hands and chino jeans the following moment.


"Wings?" he repeated quietly. Where had he heard that word? Wings, wings, wings... Oh, wings!



"You mean the flying pig, yes?"

Angelic pork must have been some kind of slang term.

Amelia quickly scarfs down the large burger in front of her. She really did like how it tasted, and since everything was nicely cut out already for her, it was like a normal day at home. She was both content and happy.
She gave Junichi a gentle smile, trying to clear up the problems they were having using the language that sounded so unnatural coming from her lips.


“Chicken wings.” She tapped her finger slightly on the table, her food now gone. “Chicken wings with barbecue sauce is amazing.” She wasn’t able to be as free with her vocabulary as she wanted to be, but she did her best.

>She nodded quickly in agreement with Victor.


“Next time!” She grinned, reaching to pick out from those fries. If anything went with a burger, it was fries and soda. The girl ate quickly, having no care of how large the bites she took were. So long as she could taste the food she was eating, she was happy.
>“I’ll make my gramps special sauce, and we can have a nice cook out!” Her fist clutched together with excitement.


“But for now, I should probably get goin’.” She stood up from her seat before roughly patting Victor on the back.


“That was really something, dude! Thanks a whole bunch for lunch!” She didn’t mean to rhyme, but she chuckled at herself when she did. She then turned to Junichi, again speaking roughly in his language.


“Let’s spend time together again, ok?” The pilot still hadn’t remembered what a Utaite was, but it was best to move on and venture off more at this point. She wasn’t one to enjoy staying in one spot for too long. She pretended to tip her goggles, as Victor had done with his hat a while back.


“I’ll see you two around, then!” Amelia twisted on her heel, hurrying out of the kitchen.





This meeting made Amelia particularly happy. There was as skip to her step as she exited.


Going through the events, she figured that Victor was someone she could get along with quite a bit. They had the same tastes for American foods, and surely they could cook up a good time. Also, they spoke the same language. Talking to him will be so easy in comparison to the others. And despite being a big oaf, he seemed a bit worried about others. Yes. I’ll definitely approach him again!



Junichi was also someone she figured she could easily get along with. While he was kind of a shorty, he was still friendly. He struggled to understand their words, but the way he was going about figuring them out and responding was really interesting. Once she figured out his talent, surely it would make sense. He’s probably a poet or something. Though she could have asked, she didn’t get around to doing it due to her personality of landing and taking off again in a short time frame. Despite the problem, surely they could get along as well. He seemed fun to be around, and that would make their experience all the more entertaining.

((OOC: It was suggested we end our free time events due to Monokuma appearing soon. Though I kept forgetting to say it, if you guys ever wish to start a thread with me, it’d be a lot of fun!))