[h3][color=7ea7d8][b]GEN HOUJOU[/b][/color][/h3][hr]
Tattoos. Scars.

Hair was… captivating. Thuggish. Looked complicated.

She was short. Petite from a distance but almost childlike up close.

Oh yeah, she was also monstrously strong. Gen observed with a weak whimper as his full weight was effortlessly lifted.

She was moving her mouth now, drawling something in English – it was always [i]English[/i] here – and Gen understood fluently, but his brain refused to muster a response. Why [i]teeth[/i]? And why…

[color=7ea7d8]“…Fish?”[/color] he repeated dumbly.

Not that it mattered. That’s right, this was pointless! He had to get away from this conversation and away from this freakish girl and all her horrible companions and be as far away from the catastrophes they instigate as possible.

Gen summoned an apologetic smile, placating. He found his footing and he took the hand under his armpit. It was warm, wrapped in layers. Even with his own heated and sweaty palm, he could feel an unnatural energy emanating from her.

His grip was tentative, gentle even, as he pried the girl away in a manner he clearly believed was inoffensive. 

[color=7ea7d8]"[i]Sumimasen[/i],"[/color] he muttered out of habit.