Tama, as usual, just kept on doing what she was doing. What did she care if there was a cute upperclassman that just transferred in? . .  Well, okay, she was curious. She was stoic, not frigid, after all. Still, she wasn't gonna let something like that affect her.<br/><br/>Still, give points to the crazy guy for managing to be one of the few people that could REALLY get under her skin. Tama actually poked herself with a needle, when she was startled by the sudden accusation. She turned to half-glare, half-pout at Nori.<strong>"I don't need makeup, a . . and I don't appreciate you implying things about me."</strong><br/><br/>As if to punctuate her statement, she popped her finger into her mouth to stave off the bleeding. Good lord, how some girls could be adorable without meaning to. Still, it wouldn't be surprising if Nori was now dancing in a sense of superiority, at getting under Tama's skin. It was common knowledge that Nori was probably one of the only people who could do it at this school, without resorting to EXTREME methods.