backdated to sunday, text.

[stophamatime]

[Text is easier, Ken figures. It gives him time to read back over what he's written, double-check for typos, look a couple things up in his dictionary and make sure it's translating right, and generally put on enough polish to not sound like an eleven-year-old who's been in the country for all of two days.]

I used to go to the shrine every day back home. I don't think they're very common in America, but it seems like there are a lot of Japanese students here.

Is there anything like that on the school grounds? Or just a quiet enough place to go would be okay, too. I don't want to stop just because I moved.

Comments

[stophamatime]

Just yesterday.

[martyrerkomplex]

I got here a few days before that, so I'm still getting used to the place, too.

[stophamatime]

Has it been hard?

[martyrerkomplex]

A little bit. But people have been really kind, so far.

[stophamatime]

That's good.

[Kind because they really are or kind because they have to save face, he's wondering.]

[martyrerkomplex]

Have you made any friends yet?

[stophamatime]

Not really, but I was mostly just sleeping off the...it's jet lag, right?

[martyrerkomplex]

Yes, that's right.

Hopefully you'll have enough time to rest before your classes start!

[stophamatime]

I think I'll be okay!

[martyrerkomplex]

That's good.

I didn't introduce myself, did I? My name is Krista.

[stophamatime]

I'm Ken. It's nice to meet you.

(Does this count as meeting?)

[martyrerkomplex]

It's very nice to meet you, too, Ken.

{Close enough!]