She pushed her hands into her pockets with a huff as the zipper of her jacket scratched along her tights. "I'm not saying you need to dye the whole thing, just maybe a couple streaks. Add some style. You looked drab." Her words came with the feeling of her knuckles slamming against the target mitt that you had snagged from a corner store. You were both behind the Mishima Polytechnical School at the moment as you killed the time between your free period and your next presumably boring class.

She couldn't even remember how she'd become friends with you, she seemed to just remember you always being around. She took to teasing fairly quickly but almost always in good nature considering that she counted you as one of the few people she could stand to be around