<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Torikai_zpsu3xl91if.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Iori Kato<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miko High Lunch room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mitsumi, Kaede, Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Panicking<br/><hr/>"Y-you know why, though," Iori stammered back to the teacher, having apparently forgotten that she was still holding onto Mitsumi. Whether or not Kaede had, she knew that the teacher could look at her records and see the obvious recent change in them.<br/><br/>The camera crew's arrival produced a squeak from the little pale girl, although her eyes shifted thoughtfully towards Honoka.<br/>No ... while she'd happily try to steer them over to pester her, there was too much risk of Tamashi getting drawn into the whole thing, and she wasn't going to let that happen. Which meant that she couldn't let their attention wander over that way, either.<br/><br/>"And I've only just started here," she continued, for lack of any better idea. Maybe the film crew could get what they wanted from her, then leave without bothering Tamashi, and she could deal with the interloper who had<em>dared</em>to approach him ...<br/>"I  ... I don't know what to do with all the attention. It's not this cat's fault there's all these rocking chairs everywhere." Well, she'd murdered that metaphor quite messily.