[Center][color=a187be]-Daichi Izumi : Classroom 2-A, Yurei High School-[/color]

As the boy finished his question, his desire for an answer came forth with a respectable acknowledgement from the lavender haired maiden. Daichi took note of the girls light nod, which he classified with an air of confidence, despite a lack of displaying little to no existing etches of specificity. With the way Daichi identified it, the harsh, craggy appearance was probably a mere facade to keep herself from disclosing the excitability of going into a convoluted explanation over those...

... creations she proclaimed were "magitech artifacts" she designed herself. Daichi was full blown in amazement at the point... at how far this chick went to stretching the belief of the occult so far as to develop new words to underline her inventions... however the way she went about this all was kinda geeky in an endearing fashion. Reclining in his seat, Daichi set both of his arms to cross each other, tapping the fabric in a slow, methodical manner, as if he was taking his time digesting the newfound information that Mitsuko took the time of instructing them all over.

[color=a187be]"Appraisal-san... a device that only works through the balance of duct taping two items of a similar physicality,"[/color] the boy uttered, completely dumbfounded about how far she was delving to make this club a success. Honestly, to him this whole explanation was baffling and warranted him to shut his mind as he began swinging his head back and further, closing his eyes as he tried to penetrate what was going through Mitsukos mind.

Of course, it was going off the eccentric personality she emanated and found himself gushing over the occult... quite literally what he felt was every fiber in her body urged her to speak about generally the occult, or so he perceived. Usually he was right, seldom incorrect. Eventually, he began questioning once more how his sister managed to properly beg him into jumping on this train. Addressing the president once more, he continuously absorbed each word she spoke of as utter importance... mainly as a way to keep his sanity intact.

As she continued to mundanely speak of the supernatural elements within those items, she somehow managed to calibrate the object to properly function within certain parameters of detecting spirits congregating in the vicinity. This was very conceptual and figured that this had to be an honest joke about it being a small slab of wood from an elderberry tree that gave it properties for assisting in the clubs... endeavors.

And then she went on to naming more dysfunctional devices as a spectral fishing rod which he assumed was for dragging souls around or some other complex and sketchy explanation... with this "Mr. Bear" which he assumed was a teddy bear that was designed to house a soul of a forlorn spectral being. As silly as these names sound, she was correct about sounding as if she was unusual was correct, but found it a bit adorable. Shrugging, Daichi donned a mischievous grin as he was about to be "brutally" honest to her.

[color=a187be]"Honestly Matsushima-san,"[/color] Daichi spoke in a lax manner as he propped his arms down onto the table, making sure his eyes were directly in contact with Mitsukos to discern any mistrust within her. As he briefly paused for those few seconds, he began talking once more on the subject. [color=a187be]"I find the whole premise ridiculous, however I'm not going to be ditching this endeavor since it gets me out of cleaning up after the Halloween Extravaganza... also, the way you name things is honestly adorable in a sense..."[/color]

With that little ordeal completed, Daichi awaited to see the reaction that would appear on that glacial face of hers. However, after the little speech more inordinate questions began piercing the noons skyline, specifically the chick with an iron fist. Daichi yawned, shaking his head at the premise of appearing at this event in a costume completely random, and almost childish to a pint. Daichi just sighed as he rested his head on the desk.

Of course, another familiar females voice followed soon after, with a curious case of Seiko wishing to interview the club president on... a couple of precise features, such as documenting how she expects there to be nothing occupying the vicinity with the exception of them and dust. Daichi couldn't help but agree as he reclined his head back to give her a solemn stare... to only find someone locking their wounds and traversing forward to Seiko, desperation imbued within the boys body language.

All Daichi knew at this point that the lech was groveling at the feet of Seiko, who would probably mercilessly taunt him, or something other jab. The teen felt he had a proper idea of what he was concerned about, which reminded him of one more incriminating detail to satisfy his needs. He could easily fend the lech off from his sister, but seeing as there were simpler methodology, he opted to stay a little later with Seiko, Mitsuko, and another chick.

[color=a187be]"Hope you don't mind me lingering around also, Matsushima-san,"[/color] Daichi voice echoed as he focused once more on the lavender haired lady. [color=a187be]"I'm especially curious about a few conundrums and info you mentioned... hope you don't mind complying with a couple of well adorned answers..."[/color] And with that said, gave the girl a relaxed smile before resting his chin on his arms, the boy lingering on the edge of sleep. [/center]