[h2][color=9e005d][b]Kanajiro Hanamoto[/b][/color][/h2]
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Kanajiro eyed the girl while she talked. Her voice was alright, but her way of speaking was kind of try-hard. The pretty outfit and her way of speaking made it click, however, and Kanajiro realised she must be well off. [color=9e005d][b]“First of all, I'm not receiving anything. I am sending a card.”[/b][/color] She seemed awfully hostile, something that Kanajiro could appreciate in some ways. Atleast she wasn't a wallflower, because that's what her appearance would make you believe. He grinned slightly at her, but not because he thought anything was funny. [color=9e005d][b]“Second, I never asked for your name.”[/b][/color] The way he said it would make him sound slightly rude, aggressive almost. Possibly because she had assumed about him that he was receiving something, something he would [i]require?[/i] Assumptions like that give people the wrong idea, and people with wrong ideas were annoying to Kanajiro.

He moved his fingers slightly, never feeling at ease when he was just doing nothing with them, almost as if they started itching when idle. They formed motions of waves, then contracted and extended again at a seemingly random pattern. Kanajiro looked at his fingers for a second before looking back at Mika. [color=9e005d][b]“I'm Kanajiro Hanamoto.”[/b][/color] Something made him change his mind about getting rid of the formalities, and he wasn't even sure what. He'd smile at her 'compliment' on his hair but not pay it any mind, only nodding his head as a 'thank you' to keep up the respect. She seemed more concerned with receiving compliments than giving them, so a compliment from her was next to worthless he imagined. He did, however, give some thought to complimenting her some more, just to see if she was very susceptible to it. Atleast [i]his[/i] compliments were genuine, as he didn't find anything about Mika notably repulsive, and her style of dress was pretty. Besides that she had a certain charm, Kanajiro couldn't deny.

Before he could act on his thoughts she surprised him with a question that seemed rather genuine. Given her clothes and way of speech he hadn't taken her for a girl that could actually be interested in anything other than herself or a mirror. [color=9e005d][b]“Osaka, Neon City, [i]'Shithole'[/i]. Call it what you want. I came from the labour area. It's in Japan, if you don't know.”[/b][/color] He contemplated his next move for a second, before taking his arm off of the backrest and putting it on table, leaning in slightly. [color=9e005d][b]“I'm poor.”[/b][/color] he said it with a smile, but it was a smile easily recognised as fake. One can hardly be happy about being poor. His smile would dissipate slowly and he would squint his eyes a little, almost as if he was trying to see into her soul. Ofcourse, he had no power that could do that, that much was clear. Slowly he would lean back and rest his arm on the backrest again, his hand going through his hair before hanging from the rest and dangling as it did before. [color=9e005d][b]“Why the interest? I'm not important.”[/b][/color] This girl suddenly seemed so much more interesting than she made it look from the outside, and Kanajiro couldn't help but smile slightly at her complexity. He had underestimated her, and he didn't even know about her powers yet..