coercivebiker

shslgenjina

Iminashi stood before you, looking up as she played with her scarf. She tried to say something, but it took her a while before she finally figured out what she wanted to tell you.

"H-Hel... Hello... I'm Imi... Iminashi... W-Who are... you...?"

She looked down now, a bit embarrassed. She felt bad for her terrible speaking qualities, but wanted to remain strong and make new friends. She looked back up, her rosy cheeks even more red.

shsl-psychic

coercivebiker

"Oowada-san! Hello!"

fragileneedles has started following you

undeadresearcher14 has started following you

coercivebiker has started following you

~coercivebiker

~sharkymechanicgirl

~asktheshslhacker

-- three class mates have joined, three symbols of hope.

kenshitsuru

tengods

coercivebiker

Admiring the faces of the three before him, placing strong hands and slender hips, Nagito grinned with an amiability unrivaled by any other. Brushing a mussed lock of silvery hair behind one ear, not caring for how much of his face was taken up by the smile, he gave a wave of greeting. Unsure of how to approach his classmates -- some one as worthless as he sure didn't belong among their ranks, after all, -- he decided on a simple hello.

"Ohayou, watashi no namae wa Komaeda Nagito. You all seem like you really belong here, huh?" Turning his pale gaze upon each of the three teens, a sparkle dulled by years of misfortune an eerie prediction of how the encounter might veer in a direction unwelcome by most was the only sign of the insanity settled so deeply within his scrawny frame.

Chihiro brings a tray with teas and several treats to the guest arriving in the LOCCENT Mission Control. Because this time, the guests are someone Chihiro knows very well... Her classmates back from Hope's Peak Academy.