[color=c4df9b][i][b]Murakawa Torako[/b][/i][/color]

[color=a187be]"Thank you..."[/color] said the rather creepy looking girl, peeking from behind the door. Her name was Tsukigami Fukuro, with perpetually messy bed hair and shadows under her eyes. Tora and her friends had no idea what it was she was actually working on, but it sounded important and stuff. 
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"Ah no no, I should be thanking you, for agreeing to make those things I wanted and all."[/color] Tora gave a laugh at that.

[color=a187be]"..uhn.."[/color] With simply that, Tsukigami closed the door.

[i]Such an odd girl,[/i] Tora thought. Not that it really mattered to her, but she acted very out of sync from what was considered polite.

[color=0072bc]"Oi! Torako! You in here?"[/color]

She perked up immediately at the sound of that voice, and started sprinting down the hallways. The clubrooms weren't that too far away from the entrance, and within just a few seconds, she could already see Kyouma still blissfully unaware of his impending doom.

Like some sort of human missile, she jumped to tackle him down, much like the time she met him on the streets. [color=f7976a]"Sen~pai~!!"[/color]