<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, Tamashi, Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Getting hugged/Confessing<br/><hr/>He wasn't angry or disgusted or upset at her? If she hadn't had a hand on the table, Iori felt like she'd have collapsed on it as the weight of some of her worry was lifted.<br/>And that smile was  ... nice. She was honestly surprised that she wasn't blushing right then, but apparently her body had gotten itself too confused to react properly. It wouldn't have been the first time that happened.<br/>"It's definitely been a while," She agreed, her big blue eyes fixed on her old friend's face, drinking in every detail. "But for me, not all that much has happened. I ... I got ill a few times, but it's always been like that. The others ... kinda drifted away. They preferred being outside, and they always liked you more," she added, jokingly, if still truthfully. "The only big change, well ... you've already seen it, Are ... are you okay with .. this?"<br/>She turned the full force of her soulful eyes on Tamashi, needing to hear his answer even if it was another rejection of who she was.