Kimiko, Kimi-chan was the student he had been bold enough to introduce himself to. Blushing was a good sign right? She was nice to him, but blushing? That was a good thing right? Before Kiiro had a chance to continue this train of thought, or even reply to Kimiko, an extremely brazen man calling himself Mr. Mokota introduced himself as 1-G's homeroom teacher. He picked on a few students, said a few offensive things, stated ridiculous rules-- all in a ridiculously loud voice that, to Kiiro at least, indicated he was overly-compensating for something. All in all, the homeroom teacher reminded him of his Uncle Ozo, if all things that made Ozo a bearable human being were suddenly removed from him.

In all honesty, this made Kiiro a little happy that he wasn't important enough to appear on Mokota's (Darth Ozo? That could work as a nickname...) shit-list radar.

Kmiko turn back to Kiiro after Mokota had sufficiently harassed and terrified the class, "H....He wasn't very nice."

"No." Kiiro glanced back at the door, wondering if Mokota would jump back in the room with an unholy yell for good measure, "No, he wasn't..." He shook his head, forgetting his theory that Mokota might actually be a child soul-stealing demon, and turned back to Kimi-chan, he still hadn't given her his name. "Right. I'm Kiiro-- Sayuri, Kiiro... Mom wanted a kid with a happy name, I guess yellow is a 'happy' color..." That last bit was probably to much information, acting quickly, he changed the subject to something more appropriate for 'haven't even known for 10 minutes' acquaintances.

"So, is archery your poison? "