"Pleasure to meet you Kiiro-kun. Its a very ah...happy name. D..do you mind if I call you Kiiro?"

"Don't mind it at all Kimiko." He replied with a grin-- it was amazing! An entire summer spent with either irate customers at the motel or sweet old dogs down at the shelter and he still knew how to talk to students his age! Either he hadn't been giving himself enough credit or those dogs were smarter than he had given [i]them[/i] credit for.

He leaned more on the latter explanation, considering it hadn't even been an hour since he last thought of his dogs. Kimiko brought him back into the conversation by reminding him of the question he asked her, by answering it. "Um, well it is a hobby of mine. Its really useful to clear my head, just focusing on the arrow and its trajectory, making sure it hits just right where I want it to...Its just something I've always loved. Though... I really should look into the nurses office first..." He followed her gaze around the classroom, "We really do have a very diverse group of students here. I hope we can all get along throughout the year."

A foreigner, an all-girl yakuza leader, a cursed pre-teen, and a robotic dog. Add in a sex worker and you'd have a red district sideshow... his "diverse" classmates would keep things interesting though, and it wasn't like he was any less 'out there,' he was basically the male Cinderella! Any time that wasn't spent being forced to work was spent with animals waiting for some magic to improve things. "Diverse is certainly one description..." he made the statement halfheartedly, a thought that leaked out loud, Kimiko continued.

"What about you? Are you going to join any clubs?"

She waited for Kiiro's answer, he couldn't help but notice the blue hue of her eyes-- they didn't appear 'fake,' so contacts were out of the question. He had developed a surprisingly good eye for that kind of thing actually, one of the few perks of customer service you could call it, distinct and subtle differences in the eyes. No, those cerulean eyes were definitely natural- they matched her hair too. [i]'How peculiar...'[/i] His mother, in her hippie beliefs, would probably say she was overflowing with water--

[i]'See, this is why people think you're aloof, man!'[/i]

Right, the matter at hand. "My Uncle would probably have my head if I didn't..." he said with a chuckle, catching her look of confusion, he continued, "You know, looking good on a University application? I might start a new on, or at least try to, but my thing is definitely photography club, I've been doing that and journalism for as long as I can remember-- it's something about getting an entire story in a single image, you know? Capturing everything, a tragedy or something happy, and making sure everyone knows it, that it's never forgotten. It's definitely something I've become passionate about." A passing thought crossed his mind, he was wearing tinted 'glasses,' he could see her eyes unobscured, but he hid his eyes-- their true color, from her, and the world.

Kiiro was no expert on Freudian psychology, but he couldn't help but think that might mean something? Something repressed? Probably not, that was fucking [i]craaaaaaaazy![/i]

"I can hold a camera, butI doubt I'm precise enough for archery, still, it certainly seems elegant." What would be appropriate to say next? [i]Think![/i] "You guys ever have tournaments? I might need to come and watch sometime." 

[centre][i][b]>Your [u]Courage[/u] has greatly increased![/i][/b][/centre]