[b][i] – Kathy[/i][/b]

As she listened to Little Feather’s story, her mind ended up fixating on a rather peculiar detail of the girl’s tale. [i]‘Broomsticks?’[/i] Kathy thought, raising a brow. [i]‘People were carrying broomsticks with them on the bus? Granted I think I’d have a better chance of seeing broomsticks on the bus than a white lion, but… Broomsticks?’[/i] And seeing Lion’s rather disgruntled appearance at the mention of the household cleaning tool, she let out another few coughs as she attempted to hide her laughter. [i]‘A lion… A lion lost to bus riders wielding a bunch of broomsticks. I would’ve thought it wouldn’t pose a single threat to the king of beasts.’[/i] “I see, well, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about being attacked like that here.” She finally told them, trying to keep a straight face but constantly finding herself smiling at the image of Lion being chased by old ladies wielding the oh-so-deadly broomsticks. The situation was probably not as comical as she imagined it, but she couldn’t let go of the image now.

Despite his polite question, Kenshi didn’t even wait for Kathy to respond before he used some sort of ability to slip through her fingers. She sighed in relief, flexing her fingers a bit from the strange feeling of suddenly having solid matter ‘disappear’ all of a sudden. “As long as you’re not suddenly making yourself bleed in front of strangers…” As Little Feather had already made the correction on what her intentions had been, Kathy stayed quiet about being misunderstood by the boy. In fact, despite Little Feather’s comment, he still seemed to think she had been defending them from a potential attack. [i]‘Urgh… Whatever, I’ll just accept being the brave but paranoid friend.’[/i] She thought, inwardly groaning.

Returning back to her seat, she gave her bandaged hand a slight massage. Out of reflex she had, of course, grabbed him with her dominant hand. Luckily the stitches weren’t fragile enough to rip from such a small exertion, but the slight strain she had placed on the hand had made the wound feel uncomfortable again.[i]‘I was being pretty careful up until now, I better not act on impulse like that again.’[/i] Turning back to Little Feather she looked at the books the girl had brought and asked, "Are you interested in native art?"

Looking around, she caught sight of the eyes of the library staff staring at their table with a worried expression. They were definitely attracting a lot of attention, from both the staff and the girl with wavy blond hair that was back and hugging Lion like he was a big stuffed animal. She really wasn’t comfortable with so many stares being directed at them, even if she wasn’t the exact recipient of the glances. [i]‘Is this how Little Feather and Lion feel all the time?’[/i] She wondered, [i]‘… I’m going to learn not to stare at people like that again.’[/i] Then hearing Kenshi’s question she answered, “I’m Kathy. This is Little Feather, and Lion.”

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[b][i] – Leroy[/i][/b]

Listening to the dark-haired boy’s apology, Leroy laughed, “No big deal, I’m the one that just went ahead and drew it all. Thought it would help you save time as you ask around for her though, so you can just show people the drawing instead of describing her over and over again.”

Looking over at Carmen as the two other boys began to talk to each other, he finally noticed the thoughtful expression on her face and asked, “Something eating at you?”

Taking a break, he carelessly dropped his art supplies to the side and lay down on the floor with his hands beneath his head. “Aaah, the party sounded really fun. I wish I came just a little earlier.” He complained aloud, evidently bored with the lack of things to do. Looking around at everyone present in the room he asked, “Were you all here last night with just me being the odd one out?”