<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Mila_zpsxgtumjlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shiori Izayoi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The ladies<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Working<br/><hr/><br/>Shiori shook her head and laughed a little at Tee and Taylor. She wasn't used to the flirting quite yet but she wasn't exactly opposed to it. It was nice to be appreciated. Oh, men had hit on her, sure, but she was never interested and besides, guys would hit on anything. Now, gorgeous women flirting with her? That was something to be noticed and enjoyed.<br/><br/>"Settle down," she said, "I just wanted to get working as soon as possible. The database needs a lot of filling out." She stretched, stood and glanced over at Taylor in her jogging outfit with a smile, "But I guess we're both sleeping in compared to you, miss up-at-the-crack-of-dawn."<br/><br/>Witty banter exchanged, she stepped away from the desk and headed into her bedroom to change. Just as neat and tidy as she kept the rest of the house (save the other members' bedrooms - she wasn't going in there), it reeked of obsessive compulsive tendencies. Everything at right angles, tucked away neatly. Her bed looked like nobody had slept in it. Ever. Shiori changed into her costume for the day. An outfit reminiscent of a Japanese schoolgirl, or perhaps private school student somewhere. White blouse, crisp and neat with a blazing red tie. Over it, an open black blazer upon which was embroidered an emblem of a piece of paper folded into the infinity symbol. Above and below this symbol was a phrase in Latin; EX NIHILO NIHIL FIT. Below, a plaid skirt. Zettai ryouiki. Absolute territory. A few inches of smooth skin exposed before black socks take over. The outfit ends in comfortable black shoes. No heels here. Not fun to fight and run in. She returns to the living area, sweeping by the desk to grab her mug and have a dainty sip of bean juice.