[color=8493ca][center][h2]Brunhilde[/h2][/center][/color]

Brunhilde looked up at the man-machine who had suddenly appeared a moment before. She blinked a few times. [i]Looks like this guy's even more 'out of his head' than I am[/i], she thought. Ha-ha. A-ha. Ha. A poor joke. She decided against saying it and felt a little bad for even having thought of it.

[color=8493ca]"Thank you for intervening, sir. I was worried someone would get blood in the kitchen."[/color]

She retreated from the squabble as quickly and quietly as she could and wandered towards the lunch line. Being short had its perks - nobody ever seemed to notice her. She saw that a younger student pulled out a sort of ticket thing, and handed it to the folks serving the food. She rummaged through her pockets, and found... Nothing. Something caught her eye as she pulled her hands out of her pocket, though - a tattoo on the back of each hand. She realized that she was supposed to be holding something very, very important, which she didn't have on her, apparently. The color faded from her face, and she tried as hard as she could to not panic. Still, though, she had some very choice words for herself, which she somehow managed to keep quiet.

[sub][color=8493ca]"...motherfucking god damn shitkicking moron."[/color][/sub]

A quick search of the room revealed some pink-haired weirdo reading a massive b-wait. Wait a moment. Waaaaaaait. Was that hers? That had to be hers. She dashed back to where Emi was sitting and stood behind the girl to check the book's text. Yep, that looked an [i]awful lot[/i] like her handwriting. The color returned to her face, but now she had to figure out who this person was, and how to get the book back peacefully.

The page was, apparently, open to something about a class in some sort of boarding school. A lot of stuff was scrawled across the page, but somewhere near the middle was mention of meeting someone new, whom she had described as a 'total airhead'. Apparently the new person was really, really nice to her, and she had apparently felt not-alone for the first time in a while. Most of the entries regarding the new friend were highlighted, too. She almost never highlighted anything. She couldn't remember it at all, though, and she felt absolutely awful about it.

She opted to sit down to the pink-haired girl, and tapped the corner of the open book a couple times to get her attention.

[color=8493ca]"...Did I give this to you?"[/color]

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