The first thing that Nakahiro realized was Isana's leg locking under his. Before he'd lay his other foot on the ground... He was on it, flat on his back. And dots of black were dancing before his eyes. He hit the ground straight with his head... Ow. It was spinning from the crash, and yet he hurried to roll out of the way and stand up again. Drawing a sharp breath in, he retreated, not turning her back on her to avoid exposing any vital areas, and this time took a defensive position. He never had that much of a talent for holding on long... Isana was considerably more sturdy than his skinny self. But he was fast.<br/><br/>He smiled kindly on her, but something darker, treacherous flashed across that grimace.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"Hell yeah, I am!" Shinobu cheered, raising a fist. The pages of the magazine flipped by the sheer flow of air that passed by them. "And I'd sure do. You know, I got a few bucks from my uncle for getting a job here and I got a cool-ass new gun! If I could bring it tomorrow... It's a sinper gun, so it's pretty big." Her eyes lit up with embers of extreme excitement - it was easy to find out how excited she was about this.<br/><br/>"Really, Yumi, can I bring it? Can I bring it, please?" she begged her, almost climbing over into Yumi's lunch as she leaned over the edge of the table, and gave her new 'friend' the largest, most shimmering pair of puppy eyes ever.