An exasperated cry of frustration rang throughout the arcade, followed by the beating of little fists on the glass of the cabinet.

[color=f49ac2]"Kyaaa come onsies I SO had that~! How unfairsies~...! This thing is rigged~! I swear- ...ooh~!"[/color]

Sakura's little tantrum had dislodged a couple of trinkets, and she scooped them up from the prize slot without a trace of guilt. She'd only been after one of the badges that fell, but these things had a tendency to yield either more than someone wanted or not at all. In any case, she'd been trying for about half an hour to coax the little flamingo badge out of a particularly hard-to-reach section, and would've won it fairly if gravity hadn't been conspiring against her and made it fall from the claw's lax grip half a second too soon. The absence of shame was largely due to the fact that nobody was around to see her behaviour, but if nobody else cared she decided she wouldn't either. She slipped the unwanted frog badge along with the other dupes into a "dud" section of a pink heart-shaped handbag with a large bow on the front, ribbon and lace trimming. Her newly acquired bunny plushie was tucked in one arm while she cradled the flamingo badge in her hands, giggling contentedly to herself. The ones that were hard to get always seemed shinier than the rest, and Sakura [b][I]LOVED[/i][/b] shiny things.

Satisfied with her eventual victory and disinterested in any of the badges that were left, she was on her way out when a flash of blue tore her eyes away from the pink acrylic and she immediately forgot about it. She had no idea who it was, nor did she care. She had a thing for blue hair. The girl subconsciously drew in on herself, lowering her head and clasping her hands together, wringing them anxiously while casting him discreet little glances. She pouted in slight disappointment when she noticed that in fact his hair was only half blue, but purple wasn't a bad accompaniment. It wasn't until she got nearer that she even realized there were others beside him. A girl she didn't know, and a teacher she wasn't the student of but recognized from her visits to the staff room when she had been looking for her own teacher. From what she could tell, the teacher was bothering them. It was evident in the boy's thinly veiled scowl. Sakura would never normally approach anyone. Never. Even if she was the one to be approached, she'd turn away and want nothing more than to shut herself away and hide. But if she could actually be of use to someone...

[color=f49ac2]"U-um, Mr. Teacher Person Sir~...? I'm sorry to interrupt~..."[/color]

Her eyes darted to the boy and widened when she saw he was looking back, her cheeks instantly flooding a deeper shade of pink. She lowered her head once more, turning away from him to address the teacher. Sakura was hopeless at interactions with anyone, but at least a person of some authority was professional enough to usually know how to deal with her in a formal manner, which was always a little easier than casual conversation. She continued to stammer with her eyes fixed on the dogs, who were looking up at her with the cutest, shiniest eyes she had ever seen (which was most likely down to the cabinet screens they were reflecting).

[color=f49ac2]"Could... could y-you please take a look at an essay I wrote~? I've been working on it for several weeks and I think I've done all I possibubbly can to improve it over time, but I'm not sure it's worthy of submission~..."[/color]