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[u][b]Yoshida Mami[/b][/u]

The intrusion of another voice froze her in her tracks. Mami's frame seemed to slowly shrink, her very presence growing smaller upon recognising the presence of the roommate (t-that was what she was, right?) that had been assigned to the dorm with her. This was not good. She let go of the doorknob, pulling her hand back meekly. There was another person talking to her. Talking to her. Talking. Her body held in a little shiver. It was a perfectly satisfactory situation. She would be perfectly fine. There would be no negative effects brought about by conversing with this Noriko Murakami. She could deal. Right?

[i]R-Right?[/i]

Mami swivelled around, shoes sliding against the smooth, wooden floor as she righted her body to face her newly-declared dorm-mate (ack!). Her hat was still overhanging her eyes, obscuring them in darkness (a relief; Noriko Murakami would be incapable of seeing the worry and skittishness that her eyes could possibly reveal). She schooled her expression as best as possible, but all it seemed to be was a semi-hesitant, awkward smile. She gripped her fists tightly behind her back. She could not avoid this. She had a roommate, another girl who she would be spending the next few years in the company of.

It was frightening.

She had to do it though.

And ... she wanted to make a friend.

Gulping in her fear, the rice heiress hesitantly opened her mouth, a quiet reply - short and concise - exiting.

"[color=2e3192]Yoshida ... Mami.[/color]"