[color=#990099]"This is serious, Disney! I think I have a crush on someone. Well. You know. After I kissed him. How do I deal with having a crush on someone? I THINK the hammer isn't involved. Also. Uh. He might be one of the guys with a starred uniform-"[/color]

And in came trouble -- though to her it looked like a grand opportunity as she slowly grinned and pat the guy on the head. Poor kid was the one she saw get kicked right up the ass but a few minutes ago. Oh? Asking her out? Calling her pretty? This seemed like one of those Shounen Dating Sims someone tried to introduce her once (did not go well, at all). A pat on the kid's head and she took mercy on the poor soul, absolving him of his sins without taking hammer to face and nodding with a cheery expression. 

[color=#990099]"Of course, Ragdoll! You don't mind if I call you that, do you? My name is Eika Munashii, and I would love to be friends! Sadly, I've found a terrible crush on someone so I don't think we'll be able to date for the time. However, I'll be sure to bop you on the head with my Banhammer if it ever comes to it. Disneyland, whatcha think? More friends makes things easier if you truly consider it."[/color]

She was right, wasn't she? More friends meant more allies at the end of the day. More people inclined to do favors if asked of them, more people to put on the stage and play with like puppets! She couldn't be more excited to begin this school life, could she? Hell, she didn't even mind the gruff and bored look of their teacher as she put Sasaki into a headlock and pet his head like a dog while waiting. 

[color=#990099]"I don't see the problem in being myself. If you expected me to be 'average', then there would be no chance to do anything productive in this school. Seriously. Why don't you look at he big picture of anything? You're always so busy punching things both metaphorically and physically- wait...does that phrase count as a metaphor...? Anyways, lighten up. If it's a dull day, my whole job is to make it shine. And that's what I'm doing- oh right. Yeah. About that guy...Didja happen to see him? Blonde hair, blue eyes, white jacket? He seemed kinda like a deer when I cut him off..."[/color]

She wasn't even aware of what she'd done...All she was aware of was the Ragdoll under her arm and the raising of her hand when attendance came to be called in that same lifeless tone that everyone seemed to have.