<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Karada%20Tamashi/Kanbaru%20Tsukihi/ShibuyaRinCinderellaGirls26.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kanbaru Tsukihi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In 2-B homeroom.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica Weaver and Takahashi Ren.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When I asked the question she'd invited me to ask – it<em>had</em>been any subject, right? Weaver-san looked stunned.<br/><br/><em>Ah. Ah, crap. Is she one of those girls with big boobs who hates them? Did I hit a sore point?</em><br/><br/>Suddenly the idea of having sore points on boobs that big struck me as funny. I skilfully converted my sudden giggle into a pretend choke on some food.<br/><br/><strong>"Acsh! Gomen!"</strong><br/><br/>Then she spoke. She didn't sound amused at all. I really had screwed up somehow.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Alright, alright, I get it... Sorry for bothering you."</em></strong>Weaver-san got up to leave.<br/><br/><strong>"Ano… wait. I was just asking a qu~"</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>"Oh! Sorry Takahashi-san... I'm... Not really feeling hungry anymore. Pardon me, please."</em></strong><br/><br/>I stared after her.<em>What did I say? What? Well this is… annoying.</em><br/><br/>It was just girl-talk wasn't it? Girls talked about this all the time didn't they? Hair styles, nail polish, lip gloss, underwear, hair removal, boobs. It was all just body stuff, quite normal. Where had I gone wrong? I was completely stumped. It had to be Weaver-san; seems like the subject of big boobs was off-limits for her. I could guess why I supposed.<br/><br/>I shrugged.<em>Ah, well, not my fault. Odd girl. I'll try and get around to that subject again soon, get the chance to apologise and clear things up. Yes, that's best.</em><br/><br/>Then Takahashi-san spoke, breaking a very awkward silence.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Kanbaru-san... would you like to share some lunch?  I... have some cookies I made... and, well, I have some bento... and some fruits and nuts."</em></strong><br/><br/>I looked at him a little coldly, then my face broke into a smile. I liked Takahashi; he was completely non-threatening and in some way I had trouble putting my finger on, quite unlike any of the other boys. He never acted all macho and silly and seemed more grow-up than lots of the others. Honestly, teen boys were idiots, they never really grew into adults, just bigger kids. Takahashi was quite unlike that. If I had to put my money down I'd say something odd like he seemed more feminine than any other boy in class. I liked that about him.<br/><br/><strong>"You bake cookies? Don't let Matsumoto-san hear that. Boys baking cookies is kind of... <em>bad</em>. Wrong. Evil! He'd probably break your arms for being some kind of destructive force among males or something."</strong><br/><br/>I took a cookie.<strong>"Arigato. Please have some of mine, the omelette is okay but the pickles are nice."</strong>I had another mouthful of rice, chewed and swallowed.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you know Weaver-san at all? I didn't think I said anything out of line – do you?"</strong>