Tsukiko was trying to mind her own business when someone approached her. She didn't expect anyone to ever come talk to her and this person wanting to sit by her caught her by absolute surprise. It was that blonde haired kid she saw with Haas who had another friend named Nathan who had black hair. [b]"Huh?"[/b] Was her first reaction toward his question when she realized he was standing over her asking if he could sit by her. It didn't really bother her that he wanted to sit by her though she didn't entirely understand why he would want to sit by her. Didn't he have friends he wanted to sit by? She was just a distraction, but she let off a light sigh. [b]"No, it's not taken. You can sit there if you want. I don't mind at all."[/b] The silver hair girl said toward him with a hint of frustration and tension in her voice making it sound like she was a bit troubled. Her voice certainly had that vibration that she was down about something though her face was mostly hidden as you could only see her empty red eyes that looked like they stopped caring about anything though there was a slight aroma of sadness around where the pupils were. 

[b]"I'm just surprised you wanted to sit by me. I mean, don't you have friends you can sit by? Don't allow me to be a hindrance or distraction if I'm being one."[/b] She said toward Brad with sincerity in her eyes, but still sounded like something was bothering her and was hiding it underneath that veil she covered her face with. She did lighten up a little bit as the tenseness of her voice finally settled a bit. She took out her pencil and started writing some notes about adjustments she could make in her former duels while also focusing her attention on Brad to see if he had anything to say to her. Her eyes tend to wander from the teacher to Brad, but if you could get a really good glimpse at them there was a very silent anger raging inside of them. She looked very sad like she had lost something very precious to her and very angry like the volcano inside her mind was about to erupt spreading its ashes everywhere. Those eyes told a story that the girl had been put through an enormous amount of stress toward the point of strong animosity and resentment. [i]I never asked for attention and yet I'm getting it. The idea of wearing this outfit from the past certainly backfired on me. Oh well... couldn't hurt to see what they want, I digress.[/i]