Kaiyo let the handshake linger as he introduced himself, laughing as he cut himself off from the not unpleasant tangent. Her giggling was stifled as she reigned in her amusement, cutting it back to the warm smile that had stuck on her face nearly all day. Kaiyo bit her lip when the handshake ended and he asked for her company, less amused and more charmed now. She followed him just outside, standing next to him just a little less than a foot away.<strong>"Unfortunately, I must say I haven't heard much of you or your father. I am very sheltered, governor's daughter and all. But I would love to know much more about you, your father or any of the productions or even your band."</strong>Kaiyo put up a hand and waved away the offered cigarette, but turned to look at him, hands together.<br/><br/>Her stance was relaxed but proper, legs not hyperextended, but not quite bent, back straight, shoulders relaxed but held back, the stance of a proper lady, albeit not a Japanese one.<strong>Despite my... 'proper' Japanese upbringing, my father is such a softie. I was encouraged in my avid interest with all things American, remarkable or mundane. By the way, is my english any good? I would be mortified if my accent was a little too thick."</strong>Again, Kaiyo reached up to adjust her glasses, a habit borne out of routine, but her hands froze, before returning back down, clasped together. Truth be told, she didn't know what to talk about, considering he was so very different. Though Kaiyo wanted to know more, always curious about America, also dying to avoid stuffy formalities.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>