Fukatsu looked at Hiiragi.
[color=6ecff6]"I'm Fukatsu Saito."[/color] Fakatsu said nothing more. Her attention had been caught by the amp the girl had brought with her. That and the guitar. Such beautiful works of art. Far more appealing than their owner. Not that Hiiragi wasn't charming, Fukatsu just didn't care for living, breathing things. But the sound the guitar would make would be beautiful. Fukatsu smiled slightly, still gazing at the amp, from where she sat on her bed. Her hand clenching tighter around her wrench, feeling the urge to fix something. 

Part of her wished it needed fixing, another part of her was livid at the thought of something so beautiful, like Hiiragi's guitar being damaged. Fukatsu wiped the smile from her face. No. She must let others know. She would be a bit of a freak. She was known for being cold. Not many people knew of her proficiency on fixing. It was also a pretty useless talent in a school like this one.