[center][h1]Jett Haven, [/h1][img]https://s1.postimg.org/pvkcpuza7/fl36r_OW_75.png[/img][/center]
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[center]Feat. [@Feyblue][/center]

Jett smiled at Kasuke’s final comment, before she abruptly left he said quickly, [color=007236]“The kind no one expects.” [/color]

He watched her walk away with his head cocked to the right. He followed her over and picked a seat to the right of her. But he didn't sit down. Kenichi spoke up at them and he looked toward him and shook his head. [color=007236]“It ended a bit ago, there were a bunch of us in the nurse's office.” [/color]

He looked around and notice Elvira wasn't here. [color=007236]“Oh Jeeze…”[/color] he said softly. Taking off his jacket to save his seat and tipped the chair next to him to save it as well. He looked to Mina. [color=007236]“Excuse me…”[/color] he didn't even know why he excused himself, it wasn't like they were in the middle of a conversation. It was his Proper etiquette showing…probably.

 He started over towards the door but decided to ask Fumika how she did. He figured she was out because Mina said she took over A. But wanted to know if it was that giant kid who took her out or what happened.

He stopped beside her and smiled at her, [color=007236]“Hey Fumika, how did you do? “ [/color]He rubbed his right temple as he asked, his headache, while not as bad as it was a few minutes ago was still pretty annoying.

The blonde-haired girl didn’t turn to look up at him, but rather simply leaned back her head, craning her neck backwards to stare upside-down over one shoulder at the one who’d addressed her. [color=#F50A83]”Jett? Why am I a cookie?”[/color] She asked without any prior prompting, speaking this utter non sequitur with a completely straight face.

There was silence. Her antenna of hair wobbled a little bit to the other side as she blinked once, very slowly, in an oddly thorough sort of way as if she was trying to put herself to sleep, wake back up again, and thus reset her mind to deal with a new situation. Evidently finished “rebooting,” she slowly stood up, shaking her head back and forth.

[color=#F50A83]“Sorry. I got distracted,”[/color] She said, evidently in regards to her earlier question, but as she continued, it seemed more like that was her answer to his question. [color=#F50A83]“I was supposed to just distract them and call when it was safe, but I was pinned down by Yoshida instead, so I couldn’t escape or make a signal.”[/color] As she continued her “explanation,” she spoke with the utmost seriousness, stating fact as casually as if she was describing the weather. But, the way she phrased things was… significantly less than ideal. [color=#F50A83]“He took it gently at first, but then it got more difficult to keep up. He’s really strong and fast, and I couldn’t really handle it very well, so after we were done I passed out.”[/color]

Jett was so confused by Fumika’s first question, that he didn't have a chance to respond before she continued to answer him. As she described it, Jett's face began to redden. How could he not!? A bead of sweat came down his cheek. She was so serious, he shook his head, she couldn't mean she was doing… THAT. He raised a finger to stop her when she seemed to finished her explanation. But she then added to it. 

[color=#F50A83]“But he said just now that he couldn’t move afterward, so does that mean I beat him? I just felt really sleepy and took a nap, and I think there was a comfy pillow for some reason - why was that even there, anyway? -But he was still awake and couldn’t move. That means I won, right?”[/color]

Wait what a pillow? Did they plan for this!? Jett cleared his throat, his head tilting to the side, as if it would help him figure out what was happening. Fumika stood there expectantly, cocking her head to the same side and raising her own pointer finger like a mirror of Jett himself, but her expression still didn’t change from that same placid stare. Her eyes fluttered momentarily, and she blinked again - slowly, and very, very thoroughly. [color=007236]“Um… are we… still.” [/color]

Pausing as she copied him. A slight smirk on his face as she did so, why was she doing that? He had noticed it before as they were making a plan for the training grounds with Lysander. Remembering his previous thought, he continued his question. [color=007236]“We are still talking about a fight, right?”[/color] He looked to Yoshida with a surprised look, hoping he was paying attention to Fumika. He looked back to Fumika and added. [color=007236]“Right?!”[/color] he asked again, a bit of confused worry in his tone.

Fumika looked at Yoshida. She blinked a third time, even more thorough than the last, as if processing the question she’d just been asked. She looked back to Jett, her lip curling into a quizzical mimicry of his own former smirk as her head tilted a little further to the side. [color=#F50A83]“We are. Wasn’t it obvious? I didn’t think… Hmm... What else would I be talking about?”[/color] That choice of words… There was no way she wasn’t mocking him, right? That had to be sarcasm - it had to be! So then why was it that she still seemed absolutely, straight-facedly, bluntly serious? She cleared her throat all of a sudden, looked away, blinked once more, and then looked back, as if mentally preparing herself for… something. And then, to set the record straight, she…

[color=#F50A83]“We went at each other with everything we had, spared nothing, and both were so totally floored afterward that they had to pick us up and bring us back here!”[/color] This concise “summary” burst out of her mouth with entirely too much enthusiasm and volume to be called modest. But also, oddly enough, it was spoken with a level of energy and inflection completely unlike the way Fumika normally talked, not even to mention the sudden shift to very informal, tomboyish, perhaps even crude phrasing. Was she trying to mimic somebody? Who? Regardless, she smiled to herself as if congratulating herself on a job well done, and then lapsed back into her normal speaking tone as she cleared her throat once again, and then sat back down. [color=#F50A83] “Even if I didn’t win, it was a good fight. I did a little better this time than normal, and Yoshida says I’ll get even better if I try harder next time.”[/color] She stopped for a moment, then placed a single finger on her chin as if in contemplation, evidently oblivious to the looks of shock she was receiving. [color=#F50A83]”Oh. Right. I went all-out, but I’m not sure if Yoshida did. He said that was his strongest technique, though… So I guess he did, too.”[/color]

Jett was semi relieved when she answered that she was indeed talking about the fight...yet the tone was… still confusing. He couldn’t get a read on the girl. Was she still serious or messing with him. She seemed too innocent to be even talking about this casually. And Still she continued, which someone could take seriously. But now with that image in his head...he couldn’t get rid of it. His eyes kept looking to Yoshida and back to Fumika. No.. it couldn’t happened… She was… and he was… it just didn’t work out, but you never knew. 

Raising a hand, just going to go with it… he had to be taking it wrong. Yeah thats right. [color=007236]“That’s… awesome to hear! I’m glad you...went all out.” [/color]Fumika simply nodded, seeming… glad? As if she was just relieved that he understood what she meant. That face was far, far too innocent to be associated with any of the words he’d just heard or the unwelcome image in his brain. The fluffy blonde raised a hand once more in mimicry of him, then simply looked expectantly up at him, as if waiting for something. Between that calm stare of hers and the way her bangs fluffed outward like ears… She seemed oddly like a loyal dog, holding out her paw to shake. Right. There was no way. There was absolutely no way that [i]this[/i] could be talking about [i]that.[/i]

Jett stood there for a moment, unsure what Fumika was waiting for. His face visibly confused as he bit his lip and his brow was furrowed. What ever she was waiting for he couldn’t think straight enough anymore.He just… couldn’t look at her the same anymore. Even if she looked so innocent and happy with herself. He had to do something. ANYTHING, to get away from this situation. He had to clear his head and come back to this later. 

 Forcing a very strained smile his raised hand, which was still up, leaving his only his index finger while his other hand came up and mimicked his left. [color=00a651]“I….I’m gonna go now... “[/color] Both of his hands twisted and pointed towards the door. [color=007236]“I got to find a friend. Whoooo is not here. But should be.” [/color]

Fumika’s brow furrowed much like his own, and her lips pursed as if she was suddenly very deep in contemplation. Still, when he said he was going to leave, she didn’t make any move to stop him, but rather simply broke off from staring at him, her gaze falling down to the floor as if crestfallen. She blinked again, and her frown slowly untwisted itself before she finally looked up again. The hand she still had raised wobbled just a little bit from side to side, giving what was less of a wave and more of a surprisingly, unintentionally accurate imitation of the Queen of England at a parade.

[color=#F50A83] “Okay,”[/color] She said at last, sounding only a little disappointed in comparison to her earlier burst of enthusiasm. [color=#F50A83]”Bye-bye.”[/color]

He suddenly felt guilty, the disappointment in her voice cut him to the core. Intentional or not, He quickly added. “B-but I’m coming back.” Of course he was coming back, but he felt maybe he had to make that clear. His fingers pointing to the door moved towards himself, back to the door and then pointed down. A brief pause, looking at her in the eyes to try and get a final read on her before mimicking her farewell.[color=007236] “Bye-bye.”[/color] Before taking slow steps sideways, his eyes still watching her for a moment. Why the hell did he just copy her? He shook his head,[i][color=007236] 'idiot...' [/color][/i] he thought to himself before looking at Yoshida. He managed to look him in the eyes and gave him a disgusted look. His right hand shot up to his face, his index and middle finger pointing at his eyes as he stared the fellow student down. He then pointed towards Yoshida, then back to himself, then finally on Yoshida once more. He kept it there as he walked away towards the door, his middle finger curled into his fist leaving only his index finger pointing while his eyes never left the student as he rounded the corner and into the hallway.

Fumika sighed and sunk deeper into her chair. She’d been hoping to hear how things had gone for the rest of the team, but hadn’t found an opportunity to bring it up, since Jett had seemed very confused, even worried about something. She’d cleared things up, though, although where she’d been mistaken before, she wasn’t certain. Everything was fine now… right? He hadn’t seemed as worried when he’d left the room… But why had he done that thing with his hand? Was that supposed to be some kind of signal? She didn’t get it. Jett was strange. Come to think of it, she called him Jett and he called her Fumika, just like Yoshida and the pink girl called each other by name. Did that mean they were best friends, too? When had that happened? She was making a lot of friends today. She already had twice as many as she’d had back home, and it was only the first day. Oh, but Jett couldn’t be her best friend, because she already had Haruka. She needed to tell Haruka that everything was alright, though, come to think of it. Fumika was sure that she’d be proud of her. She just hoped that she wouldn’t misunderstand anything. It had been hard enough explaining things to Jett. No matter how she looked at it, he’d been acting strange… But he’d been trying to act like her at the end there. Then, did that mean…?

[color=#F50A83]“Maybe I really am strange,”[/color] She mused aloud.

Jett let a huge sigh of relief escape his mouth when he rounded the corner. [i]That was awkward…[/i] he thought to himself as he took a second to look around. Right, he had to find Elvira. The girl was sure to be exploring the school by herself. She was just like a toddler sometimes. It was his responsibility to keep an eye on her at school, to be there when his grandfather couldn’t. 

He started to walk the halls, glancing into classrooms. Some full, some not. He just hoped he would find her soon. As he continued to walk, he also continued to rub his forehead. Something wasn’t write, he felt off still...it wasn’t just a headache anymore. He felt he was forgetting something…

He looked around the corner and saw Elvira standing at a door of a classroom.[color=007236] “Elvira!” [/color]He called to her. He moved towards her and continued,[color=007236]“Elvira… come on, we need to be going to class…”[/color]He gently took a hold of her wrist and part of her hand in his own to guide her back to the classroom when he turned to look into the room she was looking in. There was a female student dancing (Extremely well by the way)  in the empty room...she was even taller than ‘Smalls’! Holy shit.