[color=ed145b][h2]Tomomi Katayama[/h2][/color]

Tomomi at least had the decency to look a little sorry about forgetting Michael's name, although she didn't sound like it when she spoke. [color=ed145b]"What can I say, magic man? Looking at all this, listening wasn't exactly priority number one. If I had to make a list, I'd put it at like number six. Besides, Michael? I was expecting you to be called something more... Magic-sounding."[/color]

She looked genuinely put off by the whole concept. [color=ed145b]"I mean seriously. You come in here, you're walkin' around in my head like it's nobody's business, and you're the servant to some magical 'ring master', who I'm guessing is some sort of powerful, other-worldly type of deal - and your name is [b]Michael?[/b]" [/color]she shrugged. Hey, she felt like it was fair comment. Wasn't Michael just a normal American name? It was a bit strange, seeing as she was in Japan, but she'd still expected something a bit flashier.

At least the whole 'fair' thing sounded neat. She was a little bummed out that there wouldn't be any people, though, seeing as that was the best part of a fair anyway.

[color=ed145b]"So, do I get some kind of freaky magic dream food at this fair? Prizes? One of those giant stuffed animals?"[/color] she said, with a look at Michael that was just sincere enough to make it hard to tell she was joking. She was, but if there was an expression Tomomi had mastered in her time on this Earth, it was false sincerity. While she was stuck here, she might as well mess with the guy a little. There wasn't anything better to do.