[center][h3][color=00aeef]Ena Watari[/color][/h3][/center]

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When Seiko called Ena's name, Ena visibly jumped. It was made worse by the fact that Seiko closed the distance so quickly. What was she, some kind of athlete?! Is this the power of the press? Is this why her father hated them so much? Still, she was going to have to deal with it either way, Ena seeing no escape from this situation at all. [color=8882be]"Oh hey, Iria's here too. How's my favorite pink color loving girl doing?"[/color] Pink? What was wrong with pink? What did that have to do with anything? Still, that grin that she shot to Iria was unsettling, though mischievous in the eyes of Ena. Then, the questions started. Oh shinto gods, this was going to be bad! [color=8882be]"So Ena...your dad works for the JSDF, huh?"[/color] Ena's face only proclaimed itself as taken off-guard as she nodded her head, unsure of what words to say. [color=8882be]"My dad's a retired police officer, ya know."[/color] Was the next statement that registered in Ena's brain. It was by this time that Ena recovered and her mind switched from her usual self to ward-off-newsgirls. [color=00aeef]"Oh...cool! Uhmm....are you two friends? You know Iria's favorite color apparently...[/color] She countered innocently with her own question and observation before another spat out another hook. That might help her out of this!

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