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Fumika blinked at her new friend's sudden gesture of thanks, and then nodded a bit sheepishly. [color=#F50A83]"You're welcome,"[/color] She parroted back, as she'd always been taught. Formulaic interactions like these were easy enough to follow, although she wasn't terribly good at initiating them. Still... Yoshida seemed happy, so she'd managed to do it right, hadn't she?

She lapsed into silence after that, though, and he didn't seem inclined to break it for the moments that followed. Wait, was she supposed to say something? But she didn't really have much else to say... It would have been fine with her to just listen to him talk. He was good at talking. She could tell because whenever he smiled, it made her want to smile too. He was always very friendly and energetic and nice, and so listening to him talk as also nice, because she felt like he wanted her to hear him. It wasn't always that way with other people. Sometimes, it felt more like she just happened to be in their presence. Here, it felt like she was being talked to, and that made her happy.

Oh. She'd stopped paying attention again, because he hadn't been saying anything... He seemed to be watching the people who were slowly trickling back into the classroom. She, of course, hadn't noticed them either, but wasn't surprised to see them. After all, she'd expected the exercise to likely be over, so it was only natural that they'd be on their way back to class, just like Yoshida had said. Yoshida knew a lot of things, now that she thought about it. She was glad he had talked to her.

Then, all of a sudden, he spoke to her again, and she snapped to attention. "Okay seriously, we got the right room, right?" She nodded immediately, without any hesitation. After all, she'd seen the sign over the doorway quite clearly when she'd returned, and remembered it perfectly, even in her tired state. Besides, the view from the windows was the same, too, so there could be no mistaking it.

[color=#F50A83]"This is the right room. There's no mistake,"[/color] She confirmed absolutely, before leaning over towards Yoshida and tapping on his chair. [color=#F50A83]"See? The main character seat is here."[/color]

As she straightened back up again, feeling a slight pain in her back as she did so - her bruises were still aching, try though she might to ignore them - a few more people returned to class. This time, Fumika recognized them immediately - the boy who'd introduced himself as Jett and held the door for her on her way into the classroom, and the shiny girl from the exercise, Mina. Yoshida called out to them, though, which made her curious - was he already friends with them? She hadn't realized.

Somebody else approached, too, but Fumika didn't have much data on her, since she'd only seen a glimpse of her before the exercise, and had no idea what her name was or what she could do. Yoshida seemed to be on good terms with her, though, since she was very enthusiastic when she greeted him, and addressed him by his first name. According to Haruka, that was a big deal, since she'd been surprised when Fumika had called her that on first meeting her. Personally, she didn't really get it, since more people shared family names than given names, so it had confused her a lot as a child. But people acted weird when she did it, so she'd stopped. In any case, Yoshida had only called her by her surname, so she'd done the same, but this girl didn't seem to have that problem... Did that mean they were best friends instead of just friends? Also, Fumika couldn't help wonder what an MVP was, though. Oh! But Yoshida was talking about her, so she couldn't afford to get too distracted wondering about things like that. Still, what he said was strange, and she wasn't really sure what he meant.

[color=#F50A83]"Why am I a cookie?"[/color] She pondered, tilting her head to one side in that oddly bird-like sort of way as her antenna curled once again to the left. It might have just been a total coincidence caused by her lack of energy to keep it upright, but it still looked oddly like a question mark...

[@Lucius Cypher][@Zeroth]