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[color=fff79a]"Um, sorry if this is out of nowhere or something, but. . . are you okay?"[/color]

An unrecognized voice of concern passed between Tsubomi's ears as she took the second bite of her meager lunch. She'd had to pack it herself today since her Aunt and Uncle were out of the house, and being herself, she chose the simplest thing she could. Namely a peanut-butter sandwich. And some new and nearby concern to wash it down, though having only had two bites meant she didn't take much. She didn't even realize she was doing it.

[color=fff79a]"... help?"[/color]

Finally, the words were latched onto by her brain and her eyes moved the slight distance needed to fully see where they came from. Was she okay? The apathetic girl thought for a moment, perhaps more than she usually would. She didn't think that anyone had described her with that word in recent months. Okay, Ok, OK, O.K., K.O., Knock Out, kay? Oh, there were Suki's trademark feelings. Her eyes did her personal equivalent of flicking towards her partner, which is to say they drifted slightly and stayed there. Oh, did this new girl need help? The word registered.

A nigh-inaudible sound crawled up Tsubomi's throat as her vocal chords attempted to vibrate. As it hit her ears and her eyes finally focused back on the mousey girl who had questioned her status, she realized that there was still food in her mouth and so she continued chewing until she was able to swallow it and speak. 

[color=00aeef]"Mm. What do you need with?"[/color] Another bite, like a sloth with a paralyzed jaw, and Tsubomi began chewing once more at an equal pace. Finally she realized that the concern she had sampled was from the same source as the nervousness that was radiating from the girl with the dark hair and under-eyes. Was this girl in trouble? Why come to the Detention Club if she was? 

While Tsubomi allowed her inner hamster to crawl its way on her mental wheel, she started to pay more attention to the girl's emotions. But despite her limited attention, as it were, being fully utilized between watching Haruna's feelings and wondering why she was seeking assistance from a member of the Detention Club, the singular desire radiating from her own self didn't even stutter. 

However, Tsubomi's thoughts did stutter, dropping the question from her mind for a new one. When did Kiyo get there?