[b][i]-Sunday 19th April 2015-[/i][/b]

[b]Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Mall[/b]

Sieghardt appeared to agree with Leiko's sentiments, just in the way that she expected he would, but their shared interest in the arts would meet an unexpected factor when a dark haired male knocked right into Sieghardt, causing them both to tumble to the ground with little grace. Leiko stepped back in surprise, nearly dropping her basket of crafting materials as she watched the scene unfold before her.

The dark haired stranger was the first to speak as he rose from the ground, crinkling his nose in some disdainful manner as he made some snide comment on Sieghardt's clothing. The fact that the boy had not only rudely interrupted their conversation, but had followed through with an insult was not lost on Leiko, and a shadow of disdain crossed her features as Kasumi decided to retort. If anything, his response was just as exasperating as the other boy's, and Leiko considered for a moment whether she could slip away and let the two males have it out. 

Of course, nothing was that easy, as Kasumi roped her into the conversation with a cheeky grin before announcing the two of them as 'sisters'. Unfortunately, it appeared the sibling inside joke was going to stick for longer than she cared for, and it was all Leiko could do not to groan aloud. 

The bespectacled male made some kind of snappy comeback in retort to Kasumi's words, before focusing his attentions on Leiko herself, choosing to inquire her about her name, although in a slightly less caustic manner. 

Leiko looked over at the boy directly as he asked his question, her expression unflinching with a curve of a frown on her lips. [Color=yellow]"Leiko Hamada. Kasumi and I are clubmates. And I find that knocking people over and choosing to insult them with no good reason to be very bad etiquette,"[/color] she said smoothly, not an ounce of intimidation in her words as she stared at the stranger. [Color=yellow]"Now, if you have any purpose here besides being a disruption, I would love to hear it, Mr...?"[/color]

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[b]Saya Ueno: Warakuma Mall[/b]


Rokoru's answer was a bit more basic than Saya had hoped, as he murmured vaguely about how he went running on occassion whilst he thumbed through the clothes rack. She wondered for a moment whether her senior was considering trying on any of the shirts, his words fading into static in her ears as her expression became slightly unfocused. 

[Color=red]"You like it? Rock?"[/color]

"Hmm?" Saya blinked as she was suddenly drawn back from her own thoughts, aware that Rokoru was a little bit [I]closer[/I] than he was before. "R-Rock? Umm, like rock music?" If it hadn't been clear that Saya wasn't exactly paying attention, it certainly was now as she looked up at the older male with a slightly embarrassed grin. "Umm, it's OK, I guess? As long as it has a good beat. I don't really like the ones where they scream a lot, you know?"

She brushed her fringe out of her eyes as she spoke, suddenly feeling a lot smaller compared to someone like Rokoru. Was this working out? Did they even have anything in common at all? The possibility of becoming a drag on Rokoru's time was almost too much to think about, and she beat down the uneasy thoughts with an unrelenting determination as she walked over to where the sale on spring dresses were being held. Expectedly most, if not all girls and women were at the mall today, considering the up and coming Golden Week that hung over the horizon. For Saya, her wardrobe was far to outdated to be considered acceptable, so the event was a good an excuse as any to work on a new look. 

After looping a couple of colourful and cute dresses over her arm, Saya walked over to where Rokoru stood and opened her mouth to ask him a question that quickly died on her lips as soon as it had arrived. Over Rokoru's shoulder, there was a familiar group hanging around in the store, the excited babble of female voices drowning over the reluctant males that resided with them. It took Saya a moment to realize where she recognised the faces from, and the blood quickly drained from her face as she looked back over at Rokoru hesitantly. "Umm...aren't those people in Archery Club?" She whispered over at Rokoru with a slightly worried frown. "Umm...do you...do you think we should go?"