[center][b]~Ami~[/b][/center] [i]"JUST SHUT UP!!!"[/i] If nothing else, Ami was at least surprised enough to drop the orange she'd been eating up to this point. It just rolled its way down the table, slowing to a stop just barely within her arm's reach. If her expression were to change here, it would probably go to something that spoke clearly how she thought she may have said too much. But Kyle kept going. "Stop talking like you know what the fuck is going on! You have no idea the life I lived before all of this! Fighting was my life, my training, my tutoring, my matches all revolved around it and then it just gets snatched up by some goddamn snow, and what am I left with?! No arm! No future! No more fights, why? Because they kicked me out! Worst of all, my own damn father can't even look me in the-"[/i] "I...well..." [b][i]"GOD DAMN IT ALL!!!!"[/i][/b] And then he left. Maybe that was a good idea, and it was probably also a good idea to not follow him. Judging by his outburst just now, Kyle probably needed some time to cool his head. That was fine. Even if she didn't look it, Ami wasn't feeling up to following somebody who'd just yelled at her like that. If anything, she would have loved somebody to tell her missing an arm wasn't going to slow her down had she ever lost one. Some people just made no sense at all. For now, Ami wanted to at least finish the orange she'd been given. There was still time to eat her lunch, so she planned to eat it up. -------------------------- A few days had passed since the thing at lunch happened. Ami took no time to bounce back from any bad feelings she may have gotten from what had happened, but she'd had a hard time finding Kyle again. She was too nervous to waltz into the boys' dorms and check there, and anywhere else she simply failed to catch sight of him. There were a few reasons she was set on finding him, though. For one, there were still so many things she wanted to know. Ami was also considering at least lending him one of her hand puppets, just as a thing to help him let off some steam. But above all else, she wanted to apologize for whatever she may have said to wrong him at lunch. People didn't just snap at others like that after having a relatively nice chat beforehand, right? Ami figured she must have said something, even if she couldn't pinpoint it. Today held no success either. Not yet, at least, but it was way too early to give up. It was only the beginning of class now, and there would be so much more time to look around later. A normal person in Ami's situation would probably wait right outside the door of Kyle's classroom, but she always saw that as a stalker thing, and a stalker she was not. But class hours weren't the hours to strategize how to find the person she was looking for. It was a time for class, obviously. She looked with moderate disinterest at the board, until she saw it was time for a group assignment. That was interesting enough, right? She was going to be working with a Masushita and a Yamauchi. That'd be great and all, except... Despite her friendly nature, Ami didn't know many people in her class. At the very least, she wasn't able to pin any faces with those names on the board. Why couldn't there be little photographs next to the names? There was no helping it; Ami would have to ask for help finding her group. So she did the only natural thing for someone to do. Get up and look for any face in class she at least recognized. And what do you know; she found one. That other boy from the stairs-falling thing the other day. Not the one who fell, but the other one. He was kinda good-looking, she commented. Hadn't he also introduced himself at some point? Ami mentally cursed herself for not remembering if he did or not, and for forgetting his name if he did. So after finding somebody she at least kind of recognized, Ami did the only thing a sane human being would do. Walk right up to him, and ask the question she needed an answer for. "Do you know which people here are Masushita and Yamauchi?" ------------------------------------ [center][b]~Fiona~[/b][/center] Getting ready in the morning was no [i]major[/i] hassle. Having just the one arm made things like getting dressed a little trickier, but it was something Fiona O'Connor had adjusted to over the last few years. By now, she could clothe herself just as well as somebody who had both arms, even if she took a bit longer. That just meant she had only a couple minutes less to spare in the morning compared to other students. Nothing she couldn't handle. Making it to class on time was still no big problem for her. And today was Friday. Closing in on the Sunday off was just another source of motivation to her. Being in the classroom was a slightly more boring issue. It was what Fiona called "classroom syndrome" sometimes. It was something she defined as being ready to face the day when you first wake up and looking kind of forward to the school day, then wondering if it'll actually be so great the moment you enter the classroom. Judging by what was written on the board - and assuming she wasn't mistaking some characters for others like she did sometimes - it seemed that today they would either be working in pairs or fusing skeletons together. Fiona wasted no time regarding the latter as absurd, given the room's distinct lack of skeletons. It also seemed her partner would be one Nobuyuki Ueda. Well, that was fine. In her three years here, Fiona had seen him a few times, and he seemed like a nice enough guy. Working with him wouldn't be a problem, she figured. When the teacher gave the green light to start pairing up, Fiona started moving her desk toward Nobuyuki's. She'd seen him enough to remember that he had a cane, so moving his desk around could have been tough for him. As for Fiona, she didn't lift it so much as nudge it along the floor with her hips, carrying her chair in her hand along the way. In due time, her desk met with her partner's, and Fiona set her chair down and set herself in it. Then she nodded to the Nobuyuki boy sitting across from her.