<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/mortalinstruments/images/e/e5/Dominic_Sherwood.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150420222004)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Ken Tachibana<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Maple<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Photography class//Mr Chihak's room<br/><strong>When:</strong>Sophomore semester//study hall<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As his picture<br/><hr/><br/>Ken watched her roll up the newsprint. Her intent was pretty obvious. A portion of his mind come up with about two dozen ways to defend, counter and avoid getting bonked. Another portion of his mind wanted to get behind her and guide her on how to correct her stance and the best way to hold the newsprint for maximum effect. Ken stands there looking into her eyes as she does it. Most people felt some aura of menace or some dread came upon them when he focused on them for a few seconds; not with Maple. She nearly cheerfully admonished him for lacking artistic confidence. She was brave. He gives her a crooked smile. It was easy to see why she had so many friends. It was hard not to like Maple.<br/><br/>Since she didn't even bat an eye at his attempt at humour about blowing up after giving him the mission, Ken nods to what she's saying and leaves it at that. She's his tutor, not his friend or comrade. Her advice about the medium was interesting; it was an approach he hadn't tried. "Sounds neat. Metal sculpture. Ms. Quintona...never met her, but I'll find her and introduce myself. Hopefully the savaging is a go." he agrees.<br/><br/>He didn't want to take up any more of her time. "Thank you Maple." he says sincerely. "I've got some missions and assignments. A new direction to try out and some scrap to collect." he says easily retreating back to the respectful student. He mentally sighs as he almost turns away from her.<br/><br/>He turns back. He liked Maple, he wanted her to be more than a tutor. Maybe some honesty instead of just the polite student would work out better. It's like his entire persona changes and becomes less rigidly controlled to someone that has just exhaled after a long time. "So, we need to come to some kind of terms. I feel weird about accepting help and not offering something in return. I'm willing to ..buy food for our study sessions, offer to teach you something in return...I'm not good at doodling flying dicks or anything..." he teases her a little since it struck him as a little naughty catching her doing that "...but I'm good with most sports and like ten martial arts...uhm..also, strong like an ox...so heavy lifting is doable too....or maybe you have ideas." he offers.