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Within a school, despite the bad reputation for what is actually served there, cafeterias are a popular gathering place for almost all students, for Transmigration Nine however, this is not the case. In fact, this cafeteria had an even worse reputation for what was dispensed here and due the the fact the crew was not contained to a school and had other places they could freely be, they felt no need to force themselves to sit infront of a pile of grey, unidentifiable slop and chat when they had their own rooms, or better yet, a bar to kill their free time at.

Yet, this was where Diana could be found, sat on an empty table (though, to be fair, the vast majority of the tables were empty), with a trey of the glop sat infront of her, with two spoons sticking out of it. Her table seemed to have been picked at random, yes, it was close to the food dispenser, but not as close as it could be, and neither in the center or right at the sides.

Despite this, it would not be her singularity (which she seemed rather at ease with) that would draw your attention to her, nor her very attractive appearance.

No. Instead it would be that strange, croaking noise coming from her hands that are resting upon the table.

Diana takes one of her hands away to pick up one of the spoons, and sheltered underneath the remaining hand there's very young baby bird. Just hatched it seems. Rather ugly looking thing to be honest. All pink and skinny, with a neck that seems like it'll snap any second, and with no feathers whatsoever, just stubby little fleshy appendages that are supposed to grow into wings someday.

Its eyes aren't open, there's just these grey slabs where the eyes should be and lined with yellow beak is a gaping red mouth (the only colourful part of the creature really) which opens and shut periodically as it makes the croaking cry for food.

The only break between those cries is when Diana spoons some of the gray slop and presses it into the raw read hole, forcing the tiny creature to gulp down the strange sustenance before resuming its demands.

It's rather jarring, seeing this gross but fragile looking creature manhandled by such a pretty young girl. And just to add to the oddness of it all, piled next to the hatchling are some perfectly beautiful looking shards of an egg, that catch the light in just the most amazing way.

[ooc; Image by iKink on DA.]

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Jinx sauntered in as casual as ever and spotted Diana at a glance. Her stomach did a flip spotting the shards of egg and hearing the noises of hunger. It only took a few steps before her sharp eyes caught the creator of the noises in the pretty girls hand.

Approaching the table Jinx smiled sheepishly, "Uh...so...surprise."

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Diana turned to look at Jinx, pulling what would be classed as a textbook rendition of 'displeasure'.

The bird continued let out its odd croaking non-stop until Diana, without even looking at the creature, jabbed another spoonful of slop into its gullet that it literally had to choke down.

Once done, the croak-cawing continued, with it flapping its stubby little 'wings' as it demanded more.

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Jinx did her best not to waver in the face of displeasure and instead took a seat looking to the bird again. "Somehow I imagined a "Tropical bird" would look cuter when it hatched. I mean the egg was so colorful." Jinx mused either making a joke, or showing an extreme and complete misunderstanding for how eggs worked.

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Diana gave a light snort, shovelling another spoonful into the gaping beak. "This thing? Tropical?"

Diana didn't know too much about birds either. She knew most wild ones came out like this, with only a few, usually flightless ones, actually having feathers at the start.

But even if that was the case, surely a tropical bird wouldn't look like this ugly thing.

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"Well I think the guy I got it from was some kind of smuggler. He had alot of things that looked tropical and completely out of place on that frigid wasteland of a planet." Jinx gave a shiver at the memory. If she hadn't been so desperate to get off Stacy she never would have subjected herself to the cold willingly. She hated it.

"He said it was supposed to bring it's owner good luck." She added.

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"Jinx, look at it." Diana suddenly swiped the baby bird off the table in a motion that seemed too rough for such a small, breakable creature.

Holding it up to Jinx's face, Diana took one of the the tiny wings between her thumb and finger and traced along the skin, pressing down gently. The bird crowed its displeasure of being moved and not being fed but Diana ignored it.

"See?" As she pressed down, you could see that all along the edge of the creature still-growing wing, underneath the skin, was a line of deep black.

"You tell me, what tropical bird has totally black wings?"

Now, Diana raised an eyebrow. "Good luck?" She had her smirk back. "Were you trying to be clever?"

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Jinx wilted only slightly, "Well, we can't know for sure. It might be some kind of alien species we've never seen before." A sound piece of reasoning to cover that she had probably been lied to.

"A little, but come now don't you think you could find some way to use a little more luck in your life?"

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Diana rolled her eyes, not even bothering to respond to that.

"What?" She was looking amused. "Are you saying you're not good enough to keep me lucky? Guess I picked badly then."

The bird was still indignant about not being fed, but as Diana was distracted with talking to Jinx and hadn't remembered the bird cradled in her hand because it wasn't making a noise, the little creature realized it'd now found itself nestled against the warm skin of its surrogate mother and so set to work on taking a nap.

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Jinx made a dramatic clutch at her heart, "Ouch, my pride." Her sarcasim hiding the obvious annoyance she felt at realizing her mistake.

She sat up again though, "And for the most part you're good enough you don't need luck. We both know that." She purred when she added, "You just want it."

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Diana made a musical noise that almost seemed like she was chuckling. "Well, as you know..."

She leaned in, eyelashes placing butterfly kisses on Jinx's cheek.

"I always get what I want."

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Jinx felt a chill that slid along her skin from the point of contact and a blush burning in her cheeks. "Are you sure you don't have any super powers? Because no mere mortal should be so good at what you do to me." A nervous joke but a compliment as well.

And a moment of gratitude that she wasn't pissed.

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"Hmmm, I wonder." Diana teased, breathing warm air onto Jinx's ear before pulling away.

"What I want to know, is why I didn't even know about the egg until I found this thing wailing at me?" She looked down at the bundle of skin and bones in her hand, as if just remembering it was there.

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Jinx examined the bird again without moving closer, "Well I wanted to keep it warm, and I thought I'd surprise you with it when we had some more time alone, but well...I guess it had other thoughts." She picked up a shard of shell and examined it. "Besides what would you have thought if you just came home one day and found a bright colorful egg on your counter?"

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The bird croaks again and Diana effortlessly spoons more food into its mouth, the action slowly becoming a reflex already.

"Eat it now or put it in the fridge so I can eat it later."

At least she was honest.

"But both of those would have killed the thing."

Though, Diana thought, that might have been a better fate for it that to be under my responsibility.

She sighed and ran her fingers over the ones Jinx was using to hold the shard. "I suppose I owe you a begrudging thank you, for the thought at least."

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"See exactly. I probably would have too." Because really who just assumes a random egg appearing in an apartment means it's going to hatch?

She smiled a soft sweet one, "I'll take a begrudging thank you over a kick." She joked.

"You're pretty good at that." She added meaning the feeding.

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Diana looked at the spoon, unsure how to feel about being praised about being good at such a thing.

She decided to just shrug. "It's not that hard." She passed Jinx the spoon. "I'll show you. You need to help anyway, since this all your fault."

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Jinx accepted the spoon looking amused, "Oh so I'm the daddy and your the mommy?" She purred, "Well at least you didn't have to lay the egg yourself."

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Diana's jaw clenched and something flashed in her eyes. Picking up the second spoon, Diana dug into the pile of slop a little more viciously than needed, filling the spoon.

"First, get some food."

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It was impossible for Jinx to miss that change and she tensed bracing herself for some kind of backlash, not sure what had triggered her. Either way she remained silent and took up some food as Diana had.

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It was few breaths later but eventually Diana seemed to snap back into her usual self.

Using her hand to guide Jinx's spoon, she showed her how to put it into the chicks mouth and press it against the tongue. "There, see, that wasn't so hard, was it, daddy?"

She flashed Jinx a smirk.

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Jinx smiled back relaxing slowly and watched the goop slip into the bird's waiting maw while she thought. She realized that for all she knew about Diana, she still was so much a mystery. And Diana knew more about Jinx if she was being completely honest with herself. Was she letting her guard down on purpose? The pink haired thief would have to think about that more later. For now, the baby and Diana required her full attention.

And some blush at the nick name. "Don't go giving people the wrong idea about my gender now." She countered.

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"I'm sure that's not possible." Diana flirted, pretty eyes, framed with long, dark eyelashes fixed on Jinx's pink pupils. "Believe me."

She leaned in, just enough for Jinx to notice the difference and to feel their arms brush.

The chick croaked and squirmed.

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Jinx purred right back appreciating the look returning the flirty eyes and drinking in Diana's good looks. Sometimes? It paid to have experience in being a lackie.

"So have you thought of a name?" She offered to break the silence but not taking her eyes off of Diana.

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"No." Diana turned away and pressed some more food into its mouth, but moved close enough so that she was leaning against Jinx.

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Jinx leaned back savoring the contact. It brought her a strange sort of comfort that she didn't know she was lacking most of the time.

"Have you ever had any pets?" She paused and added, "And human pets don't count." A little joke.