Ozzie!! [Ochako can't help it, she starts to giggle as she extends her much, much smaller and daintier hand to shake.] That's such a cute nickname! Ehehe, I'm Ura--eh, s-sorry...Ochako Uraraka. You can call me Ochako-chan, if you want.
[She's not as bothered by people using her first name, so long as there's an honorific attached. It's still a little bizarre that there's quite a few westerners among the Heaven and Hells, but she's adjusting...kind of. Ochako has no qualms about speaking her mind if something bothers her - she's just much nicer about asking for people to gently correct than others in her class. Bakugou, cough.
Sipping her tea, and lightly kicking her feet under the table, she hums quietly.]
I don't think they're necessarily lying...just that they really believe what they say, even if it might now be true. Some people may have come from situations where their lives were at risk, or were on the verge of death, and some might not have been... Those ones I talked about, a lot of them have already been dead for a long time. Ah--
[Oh gosh, his cup! She extends her hand to try and grab it, and there's a tiny spark from the pads of her fingertips that even she doesn't seem to note, but...the cup falls and then stops, suspended in the air maybe a few inches from the ground. Don't worry about it. But, oof, here we go!! Time to test her memory. Ochako bites her lip, trying to pull out something from her brain that has hidden itself away, or simply vanished.]
Mmh...I-I don't remember it very much, I'm sorry. I'm not really all that good with names sometimes, but it was long. Sounded Italian? Maybe?? L-Like a pasta...I don't think it was Ravioli...
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[She's not as bothered by people using her first name, so long as there's an honorific attached. It's still a little bizarre that there's quite a few westerners among the Heaven and Hells, but she's adjusting...kind of. Ochako has no qualms about speaking her mind if something bothers her - she's just much nicer about asking for people to gently correct than others in her class.
Bakugou, cough.Sipping her tea, and lightly kicking her feet under the table, she hums quietly.]
I don't think they're necessarily lying...just that they really believe what they say, even if it might now be true. Some people may have come from situations where their lives were at risk, or were on the verge of death, and some might not have been... Those ones I talked about, a lot of them have already been dead for a long time. Ah--
[Oh gosh, his cup! She extends her hand to try and grab it, and there's a tiny spark from the pads of her fingertips that even she doesn't seem to note, but...the cup falls and then stops, suspended in the air maybe a few inches from the ground. Don't worry about it. But, oof, here we go!! Time to test her memory. Ochako bites her lip, trying to pull out something from her brain that has hidden itself away, or simply vanished.]
Mmh...I-I don't remember it very much, I'm sorry. I'm not really all that good with names sometimes, but it was long. Sounded Italian? Maybe?? L-Like a pasta...I don't think it was Ravioli...