[center][h3]Sakura Aoba[/h3][/center]

The girl started kind of... well, panicking. Well, that was to be expected. Aoba had scared her out of her mind yesterday. It was an expected reaction but, again, Aoba felt his heart break some more because of that. 

He noticed it since yesterday, but the girl had not uttered a word for as long as Aoba had, err, talked with her?

Was she mute or something? 

His face reflected his questions and doubts, but he decided to ignore the elephant in the room for now. Often times, it was the best thing to do. 

The slight tap on her own head did make Aoba want to stop her, though. Hell, he knew better than anyone what it was like to hurt oneself, even if it was only through not eating, so it didn't leave a good taste of mouth for the girl to be doing that just because she was trying to say it was her fault. 

Again, Aoba mostly ignored it, despite the fact that anyone with enough experience could probably read his face as clear as any one open book. 

The small smile in her face made Aoba a bit more relaxed though, the tension on his shoulders suddenly disappearing and him letting out a relieved sigh. 

Rikka then squated down and started writing something in the dirt. Her name and what she was looking for. 

She stood up again and started making an air guitar with her hands, and then started playing, well, the air guitar. 

Aoba scratched the back of his head as he thought. 

[color=blue][b]"Ah. I-I'm Aoba Sakura. It's nice to meetcha."[/b][/color] The boy shrugged a bit and his smile grew wider. 

Yes, that last one he did not stutter as much. 

[color=blue][b]"B-But well, it is kinda hard to lose a guitar. They are, well, damn big."[/b][/color] The boy cursed himself and his sailor mouth. At least it wasn't something like 'f*ck' or something. [color=blue][b]"Are you sure you lost it around here? C-Can I help?"[/b][/color] 

The boy did seem concerned. Both for the guitar of the girl and for the fact that his stomach was about to growl any minute now. It was going to be ginormous, practically like a whale calling for its mate, and it was going to sound right when the girl was talking, or well, signing. He was just sure of it. 

He'd feel like running, like the girl did yesterday, but he was going to withstand the shame. With some luck, the girl would be deaf as well and wouldn't be able to hear his stomach. 

A horrible thought, but one that would keep his dignity intact. 

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