<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/mitsumi_zpskdbl9ptw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mitsumi Tamaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miko High Lunchroom<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Becoming Honoka?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Um... err...TV Star?" Mitsumi was largely distracted by Iori finding the way to Tamashi's heart directly through his stomach. Her dreams seemed to be slowly receding into the sunset. Something had to be done. However, her first choice, smacking the TV impresario with a lunch tray, didn't seem a good idea. So instead, she just did her best to refuse. "Well... uh... I... don't really have any interest in being a film star or anything." She tried to be hard. She tried to be firm.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">How did she do?</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Idlewyld rolled: 1d6<br/>Comment: Resist TV Producer Ploys Will 3<br/>Result: 5,<br/>Total: 5</div></div><br/>With the teacher's help, she did all right. She nodded with relief as Yukihiro-sensei sent her on her way to the table. Blushing furiously, she announced, a bit too loud, "UM HI CAN I EAT WITH YOU TOO?"<br/><br/>No, she didn't sound the least bit distressed.