<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/inP9lnS.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsume Fujimoto<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near Paranormal Stand<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit, Saya, Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School Uniform<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First day of School;<span class="bbc_u"><em>Club Rush</em></span><br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Italics = English<br/><hr/>Natsume looked between the two males, trying to get herself adjusted to the situation. She was glad it was her plant manipulation reacting, and not the chemical manipulation. She wasn't sure what she would produce in this sort of mood. She drew in a calming breath, dark eyes closing as she let her head tilt down. Her bangs covering her eyes as she focused on how she was going to respond to them. Her breathing evened out slowly as she looked up at the two of them finally. Biscuit had talked about his family, and Saya had offered to show them to somewhere quieter. Her cheeks flushed for a moment as she realized that this was the first time she had been 'alone' with a male, other than her guards, since that day two years ago.<br/><br/>"<em>I think going to the infirmary would work. I can center myself there, and calm down enough that I can try to come out again. Saya, I would really like if you showed me the way. Biscuit is welcome to come too if he wishes, though I would hate to pull him away from everything happening here.</em>" She said as she bit her lip a little and pulled on the edge of her skirt.<br/><br/>"<em>Biscuit, I am sorry that you don't have a chance to understand what I was talking about. I can explain a little if you like ,it might help you understand the 'Star-children' a little better if you knew some of the things we were put through?</em>" She asked softly as she rubbed her hand over the pocket with her ID card in it. Her entire life was on that card, and unfortunately that Card was all it took to get her identified for what she really was.<br/><br/>"That is if both of you would be willing, I do not wish to take you from things you enjoy. It would be wrong of me." She said again, this time her voice barely over a whisper, back in Japanese, as she clutched her hands in front of her. She rocked back on her heels, her body language as small and submissive as possible. She realized the less imposing she was, the more people were inclined to be nice to her - or leave her alone. In this instance, she was aiming for them to remain nice to her. She'd hate to hurt anyone on accident.