<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsuki Akuzawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Booth in a diner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second day, afternoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School uniform, without panties<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit<br/><br/>Natsuki carefully kept her face turned away while the waitress was present, not wanting to be seen by anyone else at the moment.<br/><br/>Once Biscuit spoke again, she tried to maintain her cold, stern demeanour, as much as it hurt her to do it. It would be better for him, though. She needed to stick to it.<br/><br/>But his suggestion, that she could reach into a package and extract the item, was not quite correct. Her powers didn’t work that way. She couldn’t make herself intangible, reach into the package, then make the item inside intangible. She would have to make herself solid, touch the item, then make both herself and the item intangible together… but if she couldn’t touch the item through the packaging, she couldn’t make it intangible. She<em>could</em>, however, make the<em>package</em>intangible while leaving the item inside solid – it would then drop out of the package.<br/><br/>She wondering how to explain this, or<em>if</em>– because explaining it would give away that the “heart squeeze” threat was false – when he reached over and took her hand again. As before, it caught her off guard, and she couldn’t stifle a blush, despite her efforts to stay looking stern.<br/><br/>That, of course, pretty much undercut the whole effort, so she sighed.<strong>“<em>Baka</em>,”</strong>she whispered. Then she tried to suppress a smile.<strong>“<em>That</em> is what you’d use the power for? Opening packages?”</strong><br/><br/>She still refused to look directly at him, believing that if she did, she wouldn’t be able to help from crying. So she kept her face turned away, looking at the empty space on the seat beside her. But she did not pull her hand away from his. Instead, she started moving her thumb gently, to softly stroke his hand.<br/><br/><strong>“Your way of looking at things is so strange,”</strong>she murmured.<strong>“But I like it.”</strong><br/><br/>She thought for a moment, wondering what she should tell him about what it was like to be Abnormal, or about her own experiences.<br/><br/><strong>“I only started at this school yesterday,”</strong>she said, still looking at the seat beside her.<strong>“I mean… I only started at <em>any</em> school yesterday. They found out I was Abnormal before I started school, so I had to go to a special ‘school’ for Abnormals… which was actually basically a prison.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“That’s why I don’t have any clothes,”</strong>she admitted.<strong>“Or anything.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“I’m still trying to figure all this out. All of this. Going to a real school. Being able to walk around without restraints and an escort. Just being able to go outside and go where I want. I’m still trying to figure everything out.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“So don’t… don’t <em>expect</em> anything from me. Don’t hope for a… a normal friendship or anything like that. I’m in uncharted territory here. I can’t make any promises to you, about anything. I can’t even say for myself how things are going to turn out in the next few months. I keep thinking that any day now, the dream will end – something will happen, and they’ll throw me back in lock-up. I can’t guarantee that won’t happen. So I can’t promise anything. I’m not going to. I’m just going to… figure things out as I go along.”</strong>