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Shiori was too busy trying to figure out what the hell Sato was talking about to notice Totsuka approach her. She initially assumed he had some sort of insult primed as some sort of retort. To her surprise, however, he looped an arm over her shoulders. The sudden weight snapped her out of her thoughts, a particular scent hitting her. It was something fruity and sweet, yet smoky and tropical and...like wood? Was that a thing? It wasn't something she had encountered before, the scent reminding her of...hm, she had nothing to compare it to, actually. But it was nice, the smokiness almost comforting if it wasn't for the fact that Shiori quickly realized it was [i]Totsuka[/i] that smelled like it.

Of course, she had all of two seconds to get flustered by the sudden closeness before he opened his mouth again.

That was [i]four![/i] No, she wasn't going to let him get away with this one, even if it was the least egregious of the remarks so far. But he was too tall for her to slap without him probably catching it. For once, however, her height was to her advantage. There was probably a three-second delay before the redhead brought forth her arm, only to jab it backward into his stomach.

[color=pink]"You really thought I was gonna let you have that one, didn't you?"[/color] She chided him outright, only remembering that she should probably give the wide eyed Sato a response. [color=pink]"He's new in town, you'll probably see him around."[/color]

Not wanting to get questioned any more than that, she made an attempt at pushing the taller guy out of the alley. [color=pink]"Anyway, you should get back to work, we're gonna go, anyway."[/color]

Sato seemed to remember himself at that moment, raising a hand. [color=gold]"Uh...just...keep your guard up, Shiori-chan,"[/color] He mumbled, a little defeated as he picked up the bags. He gave the pair one last look before he continued down the path of the alleyway.

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Ichika placed her hands together as they walked. There was the slightest break in the clouds as the sun poured out its sunlight into the hall, practically illuminating the way before them. As they passed a few people, they seemed drawn to Ichika's cheerfulness. Her hair bounced behind her as her eyes glittered with happiness, excitement, and anticipation. There was the slightest blush on her cheeks, her bangs bouncing off her forehead. She was the pinnacle of a happy high school girl speaking to someone she considered a little more than an acquaintance. 

Her response was short, sweet, and to the point: [color=lightsalmon]"Nope!"[/color]
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