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[color=00a651]"Yeah."[/color]

She had learned the Seven Styles of Bantz from under the floral-patterned wing of Nakamichi-kun. It was not as though she could not have scratched Daisuke's itch for someone to talk to, bounce his hot-blooded zeal off of. But sometimes it was best to just reflect on your day in silence, you know? Banter and cursing was nice, but if you did it all the time, things stopped being funny. You learned not to laugh at most of it, which was sad. 

Kimiko still liked to laugh.

Anyway, that probably wasn't what Daisuke-kun would take out of her silence. He'd probably just think she was daydreaming about baseball or detective work or a kaiju made of Bubbalicious. There wasn't a deeper meaning behind Saitou Kimiko's silence very often, and she wasn't easy to read when there [i]was[/i] one. 

She decided to try communicating her intent to her bike-wielding classmate more directly.

[color=00a651]"I don't know if I've ever seen your bike."[/color]

This was a start.

[color=00a651]"Do you park it at McDonald's often?"[/color]