"..."

There was only one real response Himawari could muster to what had transpired. Well, aside from blushing. And mustering up any remote focus in the wake of all the rapid-fire perverse comments(was this entire club perverted? Seriously?), the brunette made to turn... and then let out a yelp when she felt a hand squeeze her backside. Himawari's cheeks flushed deeply at the sensation. This was so embarrassing, why was it happening [i]again[/i]?! Why was Nadeshiko so... so weird! She was even trying to be nice to her and it was just... just... Okay. She could be nice to her when it was reasonable, but this time...

Himawari turned completely... and her eyes fell on the reason that Nadeshiko had jumped. A girl with a folder or something. And a kimono. She was... only slightly taller then Himawari herself if at all, and she looked kind of familiar to the brown-haired girl. But at the moment she was too embarrassed to work on recalling names or remembering why she could be running around in a kimono, if she really was familiar. But at the moment she just couldn't place her...

... No, her focus was more on that pervert, Nadeshiko. Frowning, she raised her hand and... brought it down in a chopping motion onto the black-haired girl's head.

"She doesn't need you making perverted comments to her!" she declared, "And don't go implying I'm your girlfriend, we just met today! I'm just keeping an eye on you to make sure you don't go saying weird stuff like that without me knowing!"