"Oh! Looks like this has become an interesting meeting point on the first day, after all." the blue-haired girl clapped her hands together with a contented look, before it slowly began to fade at everyone's tongues reverting to the god-forsaken-language-she-could-not-speak. Japanese.
Why would you even come to Japan if you couldn't speak Japanese, damn it?! She felt like an outsider. Needless to say, she definitely was. Among all these different people and all these different tongues that were actually the same, but...oh well.
...and then it came. English, oh sweet salvation!
"It's very nice to meet you too, Clarius." she enunciated the words as clearly as possible, though not overly slowly since he did show to have some control over the language. That was good. That line of communication had not been lost on her yet. Though his words lingered in her mind. "Occult Club? Me, I dunno, I'm not very much into that stuff, I mean..."
And she was left to trail off, only just realising the girl with the bright blonde hair was still in their presence.
...wait, no, that wasn't a girl.
Leo's cheeks went red-hot and she almost jumped away, hands gripping at the edge of the loose top she wore, pulling it down further over her black skinny-jeans as much as she could manage. Her eyes held the floor. She couldn't face the boy after making such a terrible mistake. He was incredibly polite about it though. Maybe it had happened before? Or maybe he was just generally very calm about most situations?
"I-I'm...really sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything. I...mm." she bit her tongue. Saying any more would only dig her a bigger ditch than she found herself in already, though she took a couple of deep breaths and tossed her head back, taking another gasp-like breath before seeing the boy eye-to-eye. She still didn't know what his name was, but he'd know hers after all. He referred to her with it.
"I see you've caught my name, eh? I...well, at least French isn't absurdly far off from Italian. I mean, I could have guessed Swahili and been much further off the mark. The name's Leo. Leo Snow. It's very, very nice to meet you too, err..."
She drew blanks for the boy's name. Yes, she'd never been told it before, but that was the part in which he probably would have told her, should another face not made its appearance. A lovely girl in a fluttery pastel dress made her way there, and seemed to know the boy somehow. Were they an item? She was much taller than him, and built differently, too...
And unlike the boy's naturally androgenous features, on closer inspection of this girl through intense lenses, Leo deduced something. This wasn't a girl. The features all lied. It was a young gentleman, in woman's clothing, but it did suit him ever so well. She held her tongue on the matter. He seemed very polite, too. It would be pointless to make any more in a string of blunders for one evening, so she gave them a pleasant smile, only to be met with soft green eyes and kindness and returned their greeting, genuinely happy to meet them. They had an accent though, and their English wasn't very good, but the Japanese seemed on point. Great, this really did leave Leo the only one who couldn't be bilingual where required.
Damn it all!
Damn it all indeed. A bell rung thick and sharp in her ears and it made Leo's teeth chatter. The bell signalling the start of the first lesson. First lesson, and she'd already be late. She went into a panic.
Cleopatra Kiyomi Snow, you are not, I repeat not going to be late to your first class. Understood? Do you even know what it is? Do you remember what you've taken?
Oh yeah.
Advanced English.
"I really, really have to go, you guys. I've got English, first class, and it's the first day, and I can't afford to be late, and I-I-I..." She was about ready to stutter her way out of the situation before another girl approached the lot with long, blonde hair. And from what she caught of her name, Tala seemed to stick the most. She barely had the chance to ask the girl her name fully or even what or who she was and how she knew the people, before she took off. Faster than a speeding bullet, in her words. Like she always would when she was late.
Thankfully she'd had the common sense to take her morning supplies with her and so didn't have to make a mad dash back to her dorm-room, but it was a mad dash nonetheless. There was something on her mind though. Something. Something. Nagging. Nagging away. Something important. Something shocking. Naggingly shocking. What was it? What wa-
Thud.
There was a collision, and an awful sound, and the girl with her attentions elsewhere rammed right into someone else. Well, it was to be certain, after all she wasn't paying much attention to the hallways at all.
The gentleman she happened to ram herself into would have had to have an impeccable amount of control to keep the coffee in his mugs. The impact most definitely shook her, and she fell backwards with a bit of a dizzy expression, which made her whine a little in pain.
She was about to apologise before her eye caught that of the man, in the suit, and the charming blue eyes and red hair, but moreso his determined expression. She was on her way to class, yes, but she could spend just a couple more minutes just staring at this handsome young man from where she was on the floor.
Albeit with her mouth in a relaxed 'o' shape, and her eyes scanning him and her words stuck in her throat, so much that she'd already had to swallow them down once.
And if she had actually paid attention, it was the very same young man who gave her roommate a visit earlier today. Though Leo couldn't have known. Leo didn't pay an abundant amount of attention to that. She was still busy unpacking at the time, after all.
Essentially making it so she had no idea who this beautiful stranger was. Though she wanted to know.
Advanced English could wait just a little bit longer.
It was enough to let the thought in the back of her mind slip away into the abyss after all.
Who was she and why was the front of her shirt covered in so much blood?