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[color=#f7ac56][CENTER][b]MENTIONS:[/b] [@NeoAJ][sub][@ERode] For like a sentence lmao[/sub][/CENTER][/color]
[color=#f7ac56][sub][b] Hyakusawa Academy
April 19th, 2019
3:32 - 3:35 PM[/b][/sub][/color]

[color=#f7ac56]Jazz noted the sigh. It didn't sound exasperated, so at least the woman wasn't annoyed with her, in fact-- judging by the way she was looking her face face over, the sigh seemed much like the opposite of exasperation. Jazz tried to keep her neutral polite expression as she noticed the girl checking her out, noting that with a flit of those deep blue eyes they lingered on her lips, for not even half a moment. But still- that and the way the taller girl observed her body once she noted her past as a gymnast made Jazz feel a bit giddy. Inside, at least-- you have to be chill about these things on the outside, maintain poker faces and such. But it was always nice to be looked at so, to feel seen by someone so... 

[i][color=#ffc0cb]Tall? Mysterious? Attractive? Potentially famous? A heartthrob who didn't seem to realize it?[/color][/i]

Yes, all of those things, definitely. Had she felt this before with... Jazz shook away the thoughts internally. She didn't feel like thinking about [i]her[/i] right now. That would only dampen the mood. Still, she was younger then-- she didn't recall it feeling this intense, the rush of just walking up to a person and saying, [i]'Hey, you're cute, want to get something to drink with me?'[/i] Ignoring the fainting spell, which definitely had more to with Jazz's lifestyle than this girl's knockout looks. Regardless, it definitely was a mood booster and the rush of knowing it was at least partially reciprocated was returning the feeling to her legs. Which was good! The coffee place was a bit of a walk from here if she recalled correctly. She probably didn't. Directions weren't a strong suit of hers. Hopefully this girl knew the way.

As she sighed, seeming to let off a similar amount of stress Jazz had pent up in just asking the girl for coffee. Jazz couldn't help but note a slight look of frustration cross her face... at having to give away her name, perhaps? Or maybe she wanted to keep the mystery going? Reading her was hard-- she didn't hold expressions that gave away much for too long, Jazz noted, she'd be a shark at the tables with some training. Or perhaps she was getting lost in her eyes... Maybe she needed another place to look as she gazed up at the woman? [color=007fff]"Right, well, as much as I'm honored to be THE mystery classmate out of the entire grade, I suppose it makes sense to give a name to replace that."[/color] She [i]definitely[/i] reveled in her air of mystery. 

Jazz almost blurted out that she didn't need to tell her her name if she didn't want! She could keep being Mystery blue-eyed classmate woman. It'd be just like a movie where one of the main characters just didn't have a name, but just like... a thing you called them. There was a certain kind of romance to it. Like in Kill Bill. It occurred in that moment to Jazz that literally all of The Bride's problems would have been solved if she were a lesbian.

[color=007fff]"My name is Hasegawa Shiori,"[/color] A brief panic flashed over Jazz's eyes. She felt pretty confident in her spoken Japanese, but stuff like names were still a bit hard for her to grasp. Calling people by their last name didn't make much sense to her. And then there were the -sans, and -chans, and -sama's-- she hadn't really grasped those either. Perhaps that's one of the reasons she didn't have any friends here... or anyone who seemed to tolerate her, even. She continued, [color=007fff]"But I've never been a fan of honorifics, so you just call me Shiori. Makes things a lot easier."[/color]

[i][sub][color=#ffc0cb]"Oh, thank God..."[/color][/sub][/i] She half muttered-half thought to herself... she hadn't planned on saying that out loud. She hoped Shiori didn't catch that.

But [i]Shiori...[/i] Shiori, Shiori, Shiori Jazz thought, committing the name to memory. She almost immediately noted how pretty it was in her head. Like shore? It reminded her of the shore, anyway, and the beach and ocean, her time spent as a youth when she could spend time just enjoying the beauty of the Mediterranean coasts, or the shores of the Caribbean, or the beaches of Brazil, all after competitions. And then there was the fact that her eyes drew one in like riptides. Whatever it meant in Japanese slipped her mind, but to Jazz, it was very fitting. And then there was [i]Hasegawa[/i]-- less pretty, but Jazz's mind searched for where she had heard that before... or rather, not heard. [i]Read, or tried to.[/i] She couldn't be sure, but she was pretty sure she'd seen the name somewhere before. Maybe?

[color=007fff]"I knew you had to be some kind of athlete the way your arms felt."[/color] Jazz blushed momentarily at that, quickly trying to force her body to stop the involuntary response. She was out of practice... but at least she still had it. Jazz hadn't taken the opportunity to feel Shiori's well toned arms... [i](or whatever else may be toned[/i],) a decision a voice in the back of her head still slightly regretted. But her pride outweighed that voice-- and then as she looked at Shiori's body she could only think one thing, [b][i][color=#ffc0cb]Later.[/color][/i][/b] Jazz snapped back to attention from her... [i]thoughts[/i] as Shiori continued. [color=007fff]"Anyway, I'm not too sure of my lifeguard skills, but hopefully you don't go falling into that cup of coffee or anything so I have to find out, huh?"[/color]

Oh, was that a jab at her [i]size?[/i] Jazz's smile went a bit cocky, noting Shiori's cute expression as she finished speaking it, [color=#ffc0cb]"Oh you don't have to worry about that, I'm half-mermaid on my mother's side, you know."[/color] She playfully jested, gazing upward at Shiori as the two began to walk toward the stairs, [color=#ffc0cb]"I'm [i]quite[/i] the expert in not having to come up for air."[/color] Jazzy Belle, you son of a bitch you can't just say things like that. [i][color=#ffc0cb]Am I laying it on too thick?[/color][/i] Literally yes, girl. That can be taken so wrong in so many ways... Jazz gave an internal shrug, [i][color=#ffc0cb]I mean...[/color][/i] No! Coffee with a classmate, maybe some study tips-- you need to at least befriend her first. Jesus Christ, bitch, you are too thirsty-- you have no friends here! You barely have friends back home. This is a step toward that. [color=#ffc0cb]"Shiori is a really pretty name by the way."[/color] She said, pivoting the conversation topic.

Jazz kept close to Shiori as they rounded the corner of the third floor stair case, noting that she practically had to speed walk to keep up with the woman who was walking at a much more casual pace. Damn you short legs! Her eyes momentarily gazed toward the floor, the ugly lit, patterned but mostly white linoleum, trying to maintain the veneer of order institutions like this tended to enforce. She wasn't wrong though. She had no connections here besides her family and the few parlors she could fake ID her way into, but her situation back home wasn't much better. She'd spent much of her youth traveling with the Junior Olympians, when she graduated to Junior competing status, she was almost never part of a team. By the time she could compete with a Senior team, she'd felt burnt out... or maybe it was [i]her.[/i] Either way, they all hated her now. She had some cousins on her mother's side. Were they really her friends though? It was hard to tell sometimes. She had one in mind above the others in their group chat, she was the closest thing to a friend she had, really, and now she was thousands of miles away. Even though it was probably like 2 AM in New Orleans, she'd be up by the time this... [i]whatever[/i] this outing was, was over. Jazz would need to remember to text her.

Looking up again at Shiori's contented expression was a quick way to ease her mind of Jazz's current state of frustration over her friendlessness. It was something that assured her that this could be something nice. Jazz had plenty of nice [i]things[/i] but... maybe something about that smile, that said to her she genuinely appreciated her, for just coming up and talking to her. Her heart had calmed down a little, but it felt warm at the thought. Maybe she needed something nice like this, with a person? As they rounded the corner to the first floor, Jazz's hand accidentally brushed against Shiori's hand-- and immediately she was blushing again. She hadn't realized how [i]close[/i] she had been walking to the girl. She didn't directly apologize, but she did try to broaden the distance between the two, at least by a [i]little[/i] bit. 

As the two walked down the first floor hallway, Jazz's mind filled with potential topics for conversation-- but before she could say anything, a brown haired bolting boy slammed a classroom door and ran with the vigor of... well, [i]her[/i] right before getting 86'd from a casino. [color=#ffc0cb][b]"HELL YEAH, DUDE!! RUN IN THOSE HALLS, THEY CAN'T STOP YOU IF THEY CAN'T CATCH YOU!"[/b][/color] She yelled at the mystery boy, cupping her hands around her mouth, [color=#ffc0cb]"[b]FUCK THE POLICE!![/b]"[/color]

Jazz turned to her cute companion after her outburst, [color=#ffc0cb]"So, uh... you know how to get to this coffee place right?"[/color] A small smile on her mouth as she said the phrase, [color=#ffc0cb]"I know it's around here, somewhere but I'm actually not the best with direc---"[/color] The two were close to the exit now, only as they approached did Jazz hear the rain cutting her off mid sentence. [color=#ffc0cb]"Wanna steal someone's umbrella?"[/color] Jazz said with an innocent smile, hoping her ploy to share a single umbrella wouldn't be discovered.[/color]