There were doubts in Dijah's mind regarding the claims of sitting on the floor being anything other than fun. What other reason could possibly drive someone to be there and to stay there. Dijah sat on the floor frequently back home, but that was more earthy and was often around a communal fire. The floor of the school, however, was nowhere near the same quality as the grass, dirt, earth, and ground. But if the [i]nekochan[/i] said that it wasn't for fun then Dijah would have no option but to take her at her word. 

[color=chocolate]"Is no fun, but then why are you red now, [i]nekochan[/i]?"[/color] Clearly Dijah didn't seem to hear the part about Hayakawa not wanting to be called that, either that or she just plum didn't care. [color=chocolate]"Is fever, yes? Floor here is very cold, no good for sitting."[/color] Dijah gently pounds her fist into her open palm as an idea filtered into her head. [color=chocolate]"I make you tea, yes? For your cold. It will return color to your cheeks, [i]nekochan![/i]"[/color] 

In Dijah's mind, it seemed like a good idea.