Sen stared out the window, chin resting in her palm, mind lost in thought, when a voice brought her back to reality. “Hmmm?” she looked up to find Sam examining the magazine they had confiscated. “10th grade boys, apparently,” she replied with a tone that bordered between bored and distaste. It was quite obvious that she found their tastes in reading material--if you could call it that--to be disgusting, and she was none too happy about the fact that she was constantly having to remove it from their possession on school property, where they knew better than to bring it. It had gotten better since she had first started as student council president, of course. It had been a long time since she had to confiscate something from those in her own class, although she did occasionally have to remind them about other things. The other classes, however, did not have her constant supervision and reminders, so while they had certainly gotten better, there were still those who thought they could get away with it.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Hoji snatched the magazine from Sam once she returned it, "I'd better put that somewhere safer, lest anymore innocent young ladies have to see it," he stated, hiding<span style="font-style: italic">most</span>of the sarcasm from his voice. He then shoved it into his bag. He'd have to remember to take it back out and put it in the council room later. Lord knows he didn't want to accidentally take it home. Not only would his mother freak out if she found it, but who knew what kind of an earful he would get from Sen later. If there were any two people he had no desire to tick off, it was his mother and Sen. They were downright terrifying when they were angry. He chuckled nervously to himself and sunk down into his seat as he tried to remove the thought from his mind.<br/><br/>Sen's eyes followed the other girl as she took her seat behind her. “Morning,” she replied to the greeting, looking back over her shoulder. She hardly considered herself to be a daydreamer, but then again, she did tend to get lost in her own little world whenever she was thinking about things, like just moments before, so she guess that the name did actually make some sense. She chose to let it go and let her friend call her whatever she wanted. After all, it wasn't like she was generally one to hold back her thoughts and comments, so she certainly couldn't expect her friends to, and they never did. They were a rather strange bunch, especially if one were to listen to some of their remarks to one another, but they got along well and, despite her occasional comments, she had no desire to replace them.<br/><br/>When asked if she wanted to come over this week, her face adopted a somewhat contemplative look as she considered her schedule for the week. She had to work after school today and Wednesday, then again on the weekend. She had a student council meeting tomorrow, but it might be finished at a decent hour. Thursday was track and she doubted that would be over early enough. "That's not exactly right," she commented to Sam's mention of talking about school policies, "But I might have some time after the student council meets tomorrow, or I should be free on Friday," she offered the two dates, trying to give her options.<br/><br/>"Hey, what about me? I'm not invited to this little shindig?" he questioned, doing his best to look wounded. "You wound me, ladies. I can't believe you would exclude me like that. It's because I'm a man, isn't it?" he continued, looking between them. "I think that 'man' is going a bit too far, don't you?" Sen asked, turning her attention to him, an innocent smile on her face. "Ouch. You really are cruel, madam president," he replied, putting a hand to his chest as though he were wounded, but smirking slightly, knowing she was at least mostly joking. He then turned his attention to Sam, "You see me as a man, don't you, Sam?" he asked, although, in hindsight, that might not have been the best move. But oh well, go big or go home, right? Something like that.