(http://i1215.photobucket.com/albums/cc516/ladymikochan/9183ab50-9ed6-4f4c-a9dc-7e9ed449fce8_zps4306d0b8.jpg) (http://s1215.photobucket.com/user/ladymikochan/media/9183ab50-9ed6-4f4c-a9dc-7e9ed449fce8_zps4306d0b8.jpg.html)<br/><br/><strong>Name:Mitsu Fukui</strong><br/><strong>Location:In class at the  DWMA </strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She very shyly smiled over at Eleanor.  Her overwhelming shyness made it very hard for her to open up to anyone.  Still, she had greeted her after all and it was only polite to return the gesture.  Briefly fidgeting, she took a deep breath to steady herself.<br/><br/><em>"There...that was not so bad was it?"</em>She thought to herself and even managed to relax a little. She'd pretty much given up on the notes. It would be a little more than just annoying to try and get the notes back in place.  Class was going to probably start in another moment or two anyway.<br/><br/>It did however take a moment to notice that someone was putting her notes on her desk.  She froze, blinked a few times and looked at Zetsuga with a slightly blank and numb look.  Mostly because she had not expected to encounter such politeness unexpectedly.<br/><br/>Her own soul usually appeared a soft whitish hue with the faint trace of pink, that would flare into bright lighting bolts whenever she got embarrassed or deepened when she got shy.  And right now, it was bright pink.<br/><br/>"Oh...um...thank you...I guess that batch of notes...weren't real...um sticky?"<br/><br/>And she turned red again.  At this rate she'd be walking around with an odd hue for the rest of the week.<br/><br/><em>"Oh man did you really just say that?  Nice going Mitzi..."</em><br/><br/>She scolded herself internally, using a nickname for herself that she despised.  Still, it would not do to leave it at that.  She had not even given her name in return.  Which she really ought to do.<br/><br/>"I'm Mitsu...a pleasure.", she continued with great politeness, even giving a little bow to show respect, which she usually did for anyone she first met.  She did not like to admit it, but her good manners were a source of pride for her.