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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Isshin Academy, April 7th[/color][hr][/right]

[center][b]Interacting With: [/b][@DruSM157][/center]

Fuyumi eyed Shun with deep, wide eyes. The expression could easily misunderstood. She was in awe of Shun, and not for a good reason at all. Seriously, how would people like him would flock to such an academy, she did not understand. Even if they were subpar, other academies would offer the Okinawan a better chance before being ripped apart. Fuyumi was no fool. She knew that even if you attended one of the best academies, it didn't necessarily mean that it would be the most fitting academy to such an individual.

Fuyumi recovered fast enough, as she closed her eyes, and tilted her head, giving Shun her best diabetes-inducing smile. [color=gray]"I'm sure you will make a great hero."[/color] She had to fight the urge to vomit her breakfast out. Perhaps she had overdone it with how fake-sweet her comment sounded like, but the lad seemed pretty oblivious to her earlier sarcasm. It would not hurt however, to keep sticking with this one. Having an acquaintance to lend you a house near the beach was a plus for a Tokyo girl like her. Playing around the beach, provided lodging and travel, was fun and inexpensive.

Her eyes darted through the assemble of students once more. Some people had glanced at her, but for the most part they had tried to pitch their sales in rather unimportant conversations. Crying boy seemed okay. She did notice at least three students were foreigners, and at least a couple of them were numb to the oftentimes absurd nuances of her own culture. Troublesome. [color=gray][i]They might feel entitled because their profile doesn't quite match this kind of prideful academy and try to keep getting ahead of eachother. Not that I am very different with my unclean blood stigma. Friends of foes, time will tell.[/i][/color] Fuyumi clasped her hands in front of her mouth. [color=gray]"Okinawan. Must have a lot of delicious seafood. That's a far shot from where I am from. Like a few others here I'm from Tokyo. Roppongi to be precise."[/color] She paused. Well, it was time to make her sales pitch wasn't it? She did decide to not make some overt moves and poses on her first day yet.

There would be more window of opportunity for good first impressions, so she decided to give priority to the breakthrough she had with the Okinawan big guy. Even though his height was losing points as some of the girls in her class were also quite tall. Blame the foreigner genes. [color=gray]"I think we have such luck we will end up in the same class. Just remember, keep your cool and don't give openings. You seem like a good guy... and some people here are mean carnivores."[/color]