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Sorano was neither early nor late; she was right on time, her foot swinging into the room at the very second she needed to appear. Her eyes closed for a split second to relish the sensation of being perfectly punctual, before she bowed once towards their new club advisor. [b]"Good afternoon, Kazama-sensei. It's an honor to be receiving your instruction."[/b]

That was all.

She righted herself, glanced briefly in the direction of Seishiro and Shuro, before sitting in the front row of the dingy classroom. Her surroundings didn't bother her, of course. The Hunter's Clubroom was, at best, just a meeting point for newcomers to converge upon. To bother to clean this place up was an exercise in wastefulness; she doubted there was ever a need to return here once everyone got into the swing of things. And even if her seat happened to be tainted with dust and chewing gum, it was none of Sorano's problem. She wasn't sitting at all. No, with her core engaged and her back as straight as an iron rod, the bespectacled Hunter hovered an inch above the chair as she retrieved a textbook from her backpack. Idling while waiting for other students to come was inefficient at best, slothful at worse. With the couple of minutes it'd take for the rest to sloppily file in, Sorano strived to finish a chapter or two while putting her glutes to work.

Her steely eyes flickered upwards briefly, pulling at a recent memory.

Yup, she had one-third of the almond-cashew mix left over from lunch. She'll eat that in nineteen minutes and twenty-two seconds.