[B]Shu Isamu
Warakuma High: Class 1-1[/B]

It was a nice pen. Isamu actually quite liked the flower design that spiralled along the surface of the writing utensil. He held it up to the light, slowly rotating it in order to see from any angle. Rolling it around in his fingers felt right somehow. Purple wasn't a colour he usually used in pens, but the design really made up for that. He gently unscrewed the top, looking within. Some would construe such a thing as impolite, but he was curious about the inner mechanisms. Ah, the ink was held in one of the more common cartridges. If he ever found himself in possession of one of these pens, it wouldn't be too difficult to replace the purple ink with black or blue.

He glanced in the direction of the girl. She seemed a bit familiar, but Isamu didn't remember where exactly he had seen her visage before. Maybe he could ask later, but for now, he simply shot her a thankful grin. His current blue ballpoint pen was probably usable, but he wasn't counting on it lasting any longer. Besides, it relied far too much on gravity. If he ever went to space, he'd need something like one of those Fishers pens or something.