Ayame raised an eyebrow at the word "game," suspicious that he knew who she was and was making fun of her.<br/><br/>She took a sip of her drink, giving no sign she was amused at his joke. "That is merely self-defense," she replied. "When I'm not studying, I play video games."<br/><br/>She wasn't sure what to make of him. He wasn't her usual type of obsessive stalker, many of which idolized her father as much as her and fawned over her. He was just charming. Natural, pleasant. Clearly, he was going to insist on trying to make friends with her, even though she thought she'd made it clear she wasn't interested.<br/><br/>She would have left, but she had a feeling the trio of kids she was trying to ignore would follow and corner her. At least<em>he</em>wasn't drooling.<br/><br/>"Unfortunate about your family."