<div class="floatleft">(http://oi67.tinypic.com/30rp8i0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shizuma Nori (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257738.msg12729551#msg12729551)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Flashback - a few days before school starts, a little after 7am<br/><strong>With:</strong>Taro + Open<br/><hr/><br/>Shizuma shook her head 'no' as Taro spoke so humbly about himself. "So many break when tested rather than be tempered by their experiences," she reminds him in a soft but knowing tone. As she spoke her eyes grew a little bit haunted as some dark memory played through her mind. She sighed and nodded, smiling a bit even though it didn't quite brighten her eyes saying, "Yes, we are fortunate here. I see the most recent changes as a sign that we're leaving dark days behind us."<br/><br/>Taro's funny little statement made Shizuma laugh as she handed him a section of her little orange. "And you're still a growing boy, no?" She teased lightly, with an adorable little smile on her face. "Although, I wonder if there /is/ some Oni who reacted to vitamins the way western Vampires do garlic," she mused aloud idly just playing with the odd idea. She giggled and shook her head, trying to fan away the silly question she spoke rather then just thought.<br/><br/>Then his eyes suddenly went wide and Shizuma got a little spooked. Her mouth opened as she was about to ask what was wrong when his question silenced her as she nodded yes. "Really, I grew up there. My parents live in a house between Yoyogi Junior High School and the Park? What about you?" She asked, all trepidation melted away to be replaced by a deeper sense of connectedness to Taro. As she spoke she looked at him long and hard, trying to roll back the years and peace on his face, trying hard to place him. She hadn't been the most social of creatures, even back then, so she hadn't mixed with many of her peers.<br/><br/>Then Shizuma smiled crookedly and leaned across the table and extended a hand towards him. It hovered over his head, but she didn't touch him. "Umm... do you mind if I?" She asks, miming ruffling up his hair. Around her swirls an air of mystery and bemused playfulness as she awaits to get his permission before messing up his hair.