<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Karada%20Tamashi/Kanbaru%20Tsukihi/ShibuyaRinCinderellaGirls19_edit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kanbaru Tsukihi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In homeroom.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica Weaver.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Ak, she's coming over.</em><br/><br/>I munched on lunch as resolutely as I could, trying to look like a 'do not disturb' sign was around my neck. No use. Weaver sat down at the desk beside mine. Forced socialising. The worst kind. Bleh.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Heya, Kanbaru-san! You lonely over here? I never see you sitting with anybody... Do you have any friends at this school?"</em></strong><br/><br/>I glanced at her. Shame she was an American with all that American brashness. What a waste of a beautiful pair of breasts, attaching them to someone so<em>loud</em>.<br/><br/>I blinked and gave her a non-committal look in reply. I hardly needed to use words, surely she could see I was the centre of a whirlwind social circus, fending off fans and wanna-be lovers every day.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Anyway, hope you don't mind me keeping you company... Oh! I can't believe that you actually got called out right before lunch. I figure sensei would know by now that you're the second smartest... If not *the* smartest person in the whole class. Don't tell him I told you this, but I think you might have Sakurai-san beat... Kind of early to tell though, I guess... Oh! What do you do for fun, anyway? Everybody's got to have a hobby, right?"</em></strong><br/><br/><em>Hells bells, have you got an 'off' switch? Where's the power cord? I need to yank it out of your backside.</em>Weaver-san would run several subjects into one sentence. She was often like this. No wonder she didn't put on weight, she must burn a couple of thousand calories a day with just her vocal chords and lips. To be honest 'none of your business' would be a good way to encapsulate my emotions right at that point, but I decided to be friendly instead.<br/><br/><strong>"Right,"</strong>I answered, agreeing with her question in the affirmative.<br/><br/><em>Is she wearing perfume? I thought that was against school rules?</em>My nose twitched. She smelled really good. The amazing contours of her chest were less than a metre away.<em>How do you not strain your back with that load always on your chest?</em>My body did a few warm responsive things. To keep calm I stuffed a<em>tako</em>sausage into my mouth. Now I was eating. No speaking! Win!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Tako Sausage</span>(http://www.justonecookbook.com/bento-food/how-to-make-octopus-sausage-tako-sausage/)