"Ey!  Hikari!"<br/><br/>The polite teenage girl pauses in mid-stride, glancing back over her shoulder toward the way she had came--from the gym, crossing the orchard on her way back to the schoolhouse proper--with a curious, "Nan--?"  The sound becomes abbreviated, however, when a gust of wind snatches one of the loose-leaf flyers she carries stacked tight to her chest, whipping the slip of paper off across the swaying grass.  A shrill "Iiiie!" erupts from the youth as she gives chase, unable to easily recover it without dropping the remainder still in her grasp.<br/><br/>Each time she draws within range to squat down and grab the piece of paper, the wind picks up again, pulling it a few feet further away as if some invisible mischief maker were 'fishing' it away from her with an unseen line.  The hunt eventually takes her to the area of the grove where the English-speaking students seem to have gathered, though she doesn't even notice, preoccupied as she is with the errant leaflet.  The teen doesn't even think twice to bend over and scoop it up, still hugging the rest of the pile to her with one arm cautiously, despite the fact the summer skirts aren't well-renowned for their situational modesty.  Especially when the wind is whipping things about the way it is today.<br/><br/>Huh.  Pink with 'Hello Kitty!' face emblazoned across the bottom.  Who would have thought?<br/><br/>As she carefully tucks the stray document back in with the rest, Hikari straightens her posture and heaves a sigh of relief.  She then notices the other students nearby, and smiles awkwardly in embarrassment.  Having no real clue what they're saying, she can only demonstrate her mastery of Engrish--chirping, "Good hello also student!" in a completely earnest and polite manner--before turning back toward the fellow student who had addressed her to begin with: a junior classmate named Minori who she, herself, only really knows by acquaintance.  "Ah!  Midori-chan!"<br/><br/>"Hikari," Midori intones warily, in Japanese.  "Don't lose those, I can't get into the teacher's lounge to make more copies, and Daisuke's band is playing tonight!  You can do it, right?  You can make sure everyone gets one?"<br/><br/>Hikari nods along, repeating, "Hai!  Hai!  Hai!"  She smiles sincerely, showing no particular discomfort at being drafted for the favor, even though she doesn't really know Midori that well, or her boyfriend at all.  Nor is she really a fan of the band.  (What was their name again?  Something 'cool' they came up with in English.  Cacophony Urethra?)  Actually, she doesn't even much care for the type of music.  And when she stops to think about it...<br/><br/>"Uh, so...  are you gonna do it, or just stand here?"<br/><br/>"Eeeh!  Hai, gomen nasai!" Hikari replies swiftly, bending forward in a deep bow.  A sheaf of paper slips free from her grasp as she does so, and the entire process seems to be destined to repeat itself, albeit with her heading deeper into the shaded orchard this time around...