[h1][center][color=00746b][b]Tanegashima Wakako[/b][/color][/center][/h1]


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

Wakako listened patiently as Kana spoke. As expected, she seemed reluctant to speak plainly. She had already heard about how she was from Aomori, but there was something about Goshogawara that made it sound all the more familiar. She could have sworn her mother mentioned something about that place once. Goshogawara wasn't exactly a large and important city, so the only reason she would expect to hear about it was in relation to something else. Knowing her mother, it had to be something work related, so it was probably something about a colleague, or an intern, or maybe even a villain. She just couldn't place it yet, however.

[color=00746b]"Hmm? Oh yeah, crowded. Sure, let's head on in..."[/color] Wakako could fully understand the desire not to stand around in the judgmental gazes of others. Or stand around in judgmental earshot of them. Even as he sat there, doing nothing much at all, poor Osamu had something thrown at the back of his neck. Then there was that German girl that kept staring at her. It was so awkward, and she still wasn't entirely sure why.

Given Kana didn't wish to speak until they were inside, Wakako simply trudged on into the building, and headed up to the second floor, and scouted out the room that was to belong to her and Kana. She opened the door and took in the sight. While it may have been nothing much to anyone else, this was almost nostalgic for Wakako. The five years she had spent on her mother's boat had been in exceedingly spartan conditions. Sanae Tanegashima was a big believer in minimalism. Even though it really looked nothing like it, the mere fact that this was a room with decent decor was enough to remind her of home. 

[color=00746b]"Nice and cozy, huh?"[/color] Wakako said to Kana, stepping inside properly and setting down Kana's bag. [color=00746b]"This good enough for you? Or are you used to better?"[/color] It was more than enough for Wakako, but she had no idea what Kana was used to. For all she knew, she was used to living on a cloud of luxury, or maybe she lived in a tent. Given her meager build, she couldn't say for sure she [i]wasn't[/i] actually quite poor.

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