Himawari spent her time in a very reasonable manner: Glaring at the closet door. So, she had a stripping idiot for a roommate. Just great! What next, she was some kind of molester too? Was she the type who got touchy-feely with other girls on the train?! Himawari's mind was suddenly flooded with images of 'accidental' incidents caused by utter, immense perversion! Oh no, no way, this wasn't going to go any further!

As Rika left the closet, Himawari eyed her cautiously. She was prepared for anything stupid or perverted that the girl would do! What she... wasn't exactly prepared for, though, was an apology. And... an explanation, even... one that sounded more plausible then the whole stripping thing. But no way, this was still suspiscious. How did she know this wasn't some excuse so perversion would be easier to carry out?! And then... and then... Rika picked up one of her plushies, a purple octopus and... that voice... It was... it... it... it was so adorable! It fit Tako-chan(the plushie, of course, had a name. Why wouldn't it?) so perfectly well, and... and... Himawari was briefly entranced. Her mouth curled into a smile, and opened slightly, as her eyes shined, momentarily entirely focused on the plushie. She clasped her hands together in front of her. 

"Waah..."

So... so-

She came back to her senses, shaking her head.

"... Th-th-that doesn't mean you're not some weirdo too!" she quickly cried, "You.. you... it'll take a lot more then that to prove you're not! And put Tako-chan down!"