[h3][color=7ea7d8][b]GEN HOUJOU[/b][/color][/h3][hr]
First the thug girl hurtling off somewhere. Then [i]Gojira[/i]. The alarm was obnoxious, hard to miss, and quite frankly, rather concerning. Gen’s pleasant façade cracked for a moment as his eyes followed. They told the whole story.

Disgust, wariness. Fear. He didn’t want to be here.

In no world did an alarm strapped to a person mean good news. Same for the subsequent reaction of stumbling away from potential casualties. Gen was reminded all too clearly of why he wanted to stay away in the first place. Surely his wellbeing was more important than placating these loose cannons. Yes, yes it was. He made a silent apology to the Houjou code and decided to take his leave then and there. He just had to disengage from this new girl’s small talk first.

His focus flickered back just in time to catch Cara responding with, [b]“Zachariah is not enrolled in any English classes.”[/b]

Oh. Was that bad? That wasn’t going to cause any problems was it? He wasn’t sure if it even mattered at this point.

[color=7ea7d8]“<Is that something to worry about?>”[/color] he cast his gaze in [i]Gojira’s[/i] direction. [color=7ea7d8]“<Does he need help?>”[/color]