[b]Cori Woods[/b]
[justify][indent]Himeko's honesty did not impress the heiress, who responded with a sudden glare and frown on her red lips. The scowl softened, though, as the other seemed to sympathize somewhat. Besides, the possibility of being the least awkward in a game of flirting was flattering to Cori. She was comfortable taking charge of a person's life, but God forbid she take the lead on flirting. Maybe this scrappy, raggedy, sword waving girl wasn't a terrible person. "[color=lightpink]Probably my worst night,[/color]" Cori assured with a long sigh.

Then the girl offered a ride not on a car, but on a motorcycle. Cori stilled, which may have been mistaken for her being uncomfortable with the idea, but it was exactly the opposite: she was excited at the prospect, but felt it was necessary to reel back her reaction out of politeness. If she seemed to eager to accept hospitality, the other could think Cori was trying to take advantage. So Cori slowly relaxed and allowed herself to nod. "[color=lightpink]If it's not a hassle, I'd really appreciate it. I love coffee,[/color]" she said as a yawn came over her. She need it, too. 

When Himeko asked about her glasses, Cori shrugged. She may have been used to the question, but her smile faded slightly as she answered. "[color=lightpink]Albinism. My eyes are terrible, so I need to keep them protected as much as possible from the sun,[/color]" she explained. But as she did, it almost felt like a lie since her powers had bloomed. She was seeing colors and textures she never had before. "[color=lightpink]But, uh, anyway. Where's your bike?[/color]" she asked.
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