Mariko stared glumly ahead, as the too-good-for-this-sinful-earth girl flounced back to her seat, having resolved the middle hallway crisis as soon as it had started. Princess Tomo had asked her a question, which she'd almost missed. She blinked, before answering "Well no. It's pretty hard to catch someone's name if they never tell it. That's a borderline logical impossibility. And i'm Mariko Matsushita. Most people call me Mariko, if they aren't calling me an idiot." She grinned. "I'd shake hands, but that would just leave us groping around in the dark. Hmm?" She turned her head. Had there always been this many kids in this class? She glanced up, cursed her naivete, and pulled out her phone from her skirt pocket. The dial read 7:59. 

"Seems like class is starting now." She said, to the figure on the right. "We've got the snooty guy who taught Math last year, he's kinda strict if you don't get to know him." Mariko paused, turning to face the front. 

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In the cafeteria, somewhere at the front of the queue, Mariko fiddled with her black bow ribbon. One trailing lace was definitely longer then the other, and the disparity had been itching away at her mind all day. But students really ought not to fidget in class, especially on the first day. Her thick fingers untied the silky black ribbon off, clumsily, before righting the thing properly this time. She pulled on both ends of the ribbon, and breathed out. She stopped halfway, the breath refusing to leave her windpipe. She frantically loosened the tie, allowing herself to breathe normally. And she was back at square one again. She sighed, before picking up a small tray of food and wandering over to an empty pair of seats. She angled herself towards the growing queue, looking out for people she recognized as well as interesting people she didn't.