[b]Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri, being dragged off by her not-girlfriend[/b]

"H-hey, okay..." Nadeshiko let herself be dragged off, as... Well, Kotone scared her. She was a yakuza princess, after all. The sooner she was away from her and her sexy, sexy legs, the better. "I m-mean, if y-you... You w-want privacy, eheheh..."

Nadeshiko continued mumbling vaguely perverted yet most incomprehensible things as she was dragged along, eventually ending up at the art building. Which wasn't a bad thing, honestly. She'd been meaning to drop into the doujin club and join up again. She'd been a member last year, and it had really helped her gain confidence with her work. Partially due to the drill instructor-like guidance of the president, Madoka Takahashi. Speaking of which, the two hadn't even gotten to the club room when they ran into Takahashi, who was currently standing outside the music room with a look of irritation on her face.

"So many people... And even worse, so much noise!" The doujin club president balled her hands into fists, her voice filled with frustration. "Clearly this is part of the accursed music club's campaign of terror against their sworn enemies, the mighty doujin club! How am I supposed to focus on my art with this cacophony issuing from- Oh, Kazamatsuri. Are you here to join me in facing the evil horde that calls itself the music club in epic battle?"

"Oh, um, uh, h-h-hey Chief Takahashi..." Nadeshiko tried her best to hide behind Himawari. A wasted effort, of course, as the swimmer was even shorter than she was. But she didn't want to get mixed up in this. Takahashi may have been a great artist, but she had more than a few screws lose, especially when it came to the music club. "I, um... I w-was j-just, um, h-h-heading to the, um... The c-club r-r-room... Um, eheh..."