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[color=876C61][i]Oh, I get it now,[/i][/color] Makoto frowned, furrowing his brow as Elizabeth gushed over the dingy interior of the room Arden's door-opening had revealed. [color=876C61][i]Of course.[/i][/color] 

What had he been expecting? 

[color=876C61][i]She's crazy... They're all crazy.[/i][/color]

Once again considering how easily he could reclaim his part-time job back home, Makoto's expression lit up with surprise as the woman stepped through the classroom's threshold and... disappeared?! When Arden followed suit, he took a startled step back, nearly bumping into a younger blonde haired girl as she trudged confidently forward. [color=876C61]Wait![/color] he wanted to say, but bit back the words. Should they be trusting this woman so easily? What if this was all an elaborate trick?

[i]Stop being such a 'fraidy cat, Makoto![/i] 

[i]Yeah, Makoto! Don't puss out on us now![/i]

The jeering voices of his brothers echoed in the back of his mind. Old memories. Very old. Old like the look of this school. Like his worries, which always seemed to rear their ugly heads whenever he was faced with anything so... new. Old and yet new. It was the mystery that frightened him most. Indeed, at the end of the day, Makoto was no less skittish than a cat of independence. Always dashing back to its safe place at the slightest hint of danger. 

Even as he watched the girl, much younger than himself if her height were to be any sort of indicator, bravely disappear, he could not yet bring himself to move.