(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/>That was going to ensure that the blush remained on her face far beyond the week she had assumed.  At this rate, she was going to get the nickname-red instead of Mitzi.  AT first she did not know exactly what to say.  Her eyes kept shifting around, occasionally looking at the floor, which was no help, to her partner, which was of less help.  Still had the headphones in and was pretty much oblivious, she sighed.<br/><br/><em>"Now why can't he act  more like that?"</em>At first the thought simply came and she took no notice of it.  Instead, she looked over at Zetsuga and forced herself to offer a polite and shy smile.<br/><br/>""oh well...I am Mitsu and...it is a pleasure."<br/><br/>That had come out fine and she was pleased she had not made a fool of herself. In fact it sounded nice, polite, and normal.  Okay maybe this whole socialization thing was not as hard as she thought it would be.  Oh she had friends, back in her old home.  But she had grown up around them, always known them, then they had died.  That made things a little hard for her.  She had enough to deal with moving to a new place but she had old freinds she was still grieving so yeah it was hard for her to be more social. Besides...<br/><br/><em>"Wait...what was THAT thought about?  Why do I want...HIM to act more like that?!"</em><br/><br/>She'd been pretty focused on returning the gesture and had not payed any mind to what that little thought could possibly mean.  Why on earth did stuff like that go through her head before class?  That was just bad timing.  She needed to get her head back down to earth.  She prided herself a little bit on getting not perfect grades, but to as near perfect as she could manage.  She did not a bunch of confusing thoughts dancing through her mind.<br/><br/>Luckily she had gone back to looking at her desk and was not caught up in these thoughts while staring at anyone.  Although she had been in the process of putting the notes back inside the book and had froze midway in the process while being caught up in her own thoughts.  She was left with a bunch of sticky notes still attached to her fingers and a couple were stuck on her sweater as well.  She tried to alternately brush off the notes and shake them loose from her fingers, the stickiness suddenly returning to the notes that had refused to stay on the textbook.  After a few more shakes, they were off her fingers but now all them were stuck on her sweater.  She frowned a bit, the blush actually fading now as she was more annoyed than embarrassed.  She gave her partner a sideways glance, sensing a comment coming.<br/><br/>"Don't say anything."  She accented this by making a zipping motion across her lips.  Then with little option, since the notes would probably stick to her fingers again if she tried to peal them off, she took off her sweater to shake them loose.  She had on a simple white button up blouse on underneath, so she did not feel too ashamed at having to take it off.  But she was well-aware how the shirt clung to her curves which had slowly become a lot more noticeable over the last few years.  She made a quick job of it and managed to dislodge the notes, which were now crumpled up anyway and pretty much useless.  Not wanting too many stares , she quickly shoved the sweater back over her head and readjusted it, hiding her attractive curves.<br/><br/>She then looked back to Zetsuga and shrugged. "Oh well...apparently they stick better to skin than paper. Maybe I could get a refund , at least an exchange?"  She smiled a bit shyly.  That was her idea of a joke or at least an attempt to be humorous.  And it was a little risky, hoping it would go over okay.