Oh? Who was that? For a moment Aiko squinted; approaching her was one of her classmates. His name was...Ah, yes! Kenji. Aiko made it a point to remember names. Some people tended to become disinterested when their names were forgotten. As far as Aiko could remember, he was that sleepy kid with the note-copying habit. Yeah, this might turn out pretty interesting.

She smiled at him as he approached, returning, "Mm, yes, as a matter of fact, it is. And I have to list off this day as 'fairly neutral.' Maybe you can change that, though, Kenji-kun?" In her mind she added, [i]Oh, sure, you'll be providing a lot of entertainment, I hope.[/i] Smile never faltering, she hopped off her perch and resigned to leaning back on the fence instead, watching him observantly from under her curly dark bangs. Seeing as he seemed to be stuck on what to talk about so suddenly, she chucked a topic into his face with a wave of a lithe hand. "Where've you been? It's been a couple since school ended, and I don't think I saw you towards the end of the day." Aiko had a strong suspicion he'd simply been off with some of his pseudo-delinquent habits, but she threw in the easily predicted alternative anyway. It wasn't any fun if she pissed him off right away. "So, have you gone and visited that poor girl Kazuko? Most people are [i]deeply[/i] curious about stuff like that." Aiko couldn't say she was "deeply interested" in Kazuko personally, but more of in people's reactions to the incident. It was amazing how different people's opinions could be in times of crisis, after all, and this was the perfect opportunity to make some observations on that.

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The corners of Crisis Sonata's mouth pulled up at the sound of rustling bushes; she sincerely hoped it was another Alter Ego and not some dangerous creature out to kill her; the latter could be easily dispelled by a spear between the eyes, but that was [i]so[/i] much effort.

Thankfully, it was the former; a blank-faced guy named Fantasy Sky Breaker, if Crisis remembered correctly, which she most definitely did. She briefly wondered how far she could push that faceless face of his this time before turning back to her piece; it was far from over, but she improvised it in just the right way, so that he'd be forced to stand waiting for a few awkward moments but not so long that he'd decide to leave. She finished the song with a single, draggingly low C, and slowly placed the instrument down on her lap. Her smile stretched wider, and she said to herself as much as she said to Breaker, "Hm, I wonder? Can't the edge of anything be reached by basically walking in a straight line, hon?" She laughed in that annoying high-pitched tone of hers. "And I have a name, remember? Crisis Sonata. You're Fantasy Sky Breaker. I remember, much better than you do." She laughed again.