((Sorry I haven't posted sooner, I've just been really busy.))<br/><br/>“Excuse me?” For a fraction of a second, Ami seriously thought about going off on him. The world, as they know it, is infested with zombies, and he’s going on about… what, exactly? Her nervous habit? Really? Temper flashed through the girl’s dark blue eyes, making their depths shimmer, crackle, much like the heart of flames, Ami opened her mouth to say something… however, everything she was going to say and thought about saying got caught in her throat. A delicate pink spread over her features… not to mention, her eyes could not look away from dark green, it seems like. What the hell? Their bodies just… inches apart, Ami lifted her hands up… not quite sure what to do… much less what to say, in a situation like this. It didn’t help matters any that he was so… unfazed by it all. “You… You may be right, as to… there is no point in leaving…” Ami began, deciding that it’d be best to just… continue on with the conversation, as if nothing is wrong, “the thing is…  the zombies can tell we’re here, and I doubt they will be going away anytime soon.”<br/><br/>Ami tried to clear her throat, only to find that… it’s really hard to do, with him being so close and everything. “I think you got the right idea, us getting a vehicle and filling it with supplies… but you’re right, we’ll need to move back into cities for supplies… which means, we need to get our hands on weapons, basic things, like blankets, clothes…  Um…” Thoughts trailing off, or more like fracturing, breaking apart into little, tiny pieces, Ami bit at her lip… the pink flesh darkening to red because of the harsh treatment. “Again, though… I doubt the zombies will be leaving us alone anytime soon. We need to gather everything we can from here, have it all piled up, ready to go… until we see a good opportunity to leave this place. It’s better to leave while we can, and we just… we can’t be stuck here. I like school just about as much as the next person, but… I refuse to spend my last days here.” Ami declared this with lifting her chin up as well, a determined look in those dark blue eyes of hers.<br/><br/>Pieces of wild, dark red curls falling against her features, Ami shivered as his fingers began caressing her thighs again… even going so far as to touching the fabric of her ridiculously short skirt, as is demanded by the school system. “A-Anyway… What do you think…?” Ami drew in a deep, calming breath -not that it did much good-, lifting her eyes to study his face. From what she can tell, he’s pretty deep in thought… which means, the chances of him doing all this unconsciously is fairly high. Deciding that it’d be better if she acts like nothing is wrong… that everything is good, Ami shifted her hips, not quite sure what to do next. Khun isn’t exactly sharing his thoughts, so… she’s just sitting there, like a pretty decoration piece.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>“I-I will try and make it quick…” Renata replied, only telling him the truth. To promise that she will be quick, rather than try… it would be lying, especially if something happens. Rich, luxurious gold curls spilled down over her shoulders, the light reflecting off the threads as she hurried after this handsome stranger. At this point, she may be taking a huge risk, deciding to trust him… but what other choice does she have? Renata is a college student, a part-time waitress… and from what she can tell… he’s a Kendo teacher. “I don’t know how long we have, so speed is the important thing, the faster we get away, and the more we get away with, the better for us.” Luckily there was a large truck parked outside… otherwise he’d have trouble carrying everything. Renata nodded, nervously brushing several pieces of hair behind an ear. It was a bit of a surprise when he went to open her door… but honestly, it was a sweet gesture. Maybe chivalry isn’t dead.<br/><br/>Climbing in, Renata leaned forward to type in her address on the GPS. “It’s not too far from here…” she whispered, daring to glance over in his direction. “It… It would be rude… to call me ‘Blonde’...” Renata added on, though she did have to admit, it was sort of funny. A smile threatened to curve her lips. “My name is Renata Dye… It’s nice to meet you, Keisuke… or, really… it’d be better to meet under different circumstances…” If zombies haven’t infested the world, this, that, everything else… Renata would have loved to sign up for his classes. Adjusting her grip on the knife she snatched up, Renata swallowed past the lump in her throat.<i>I wonder if… Mr. Davis is alright… or Miss Hearn… or…</i>Her thoughts venturing in different directions, Renata looked out through the window, heart in her throat.