She smiled at him kindly, clasping her hands behind her back as she looked at him.
"Really now? That's really nice of you. My name's Michelle, it's a pleasure to have met you." She said, looking behind her to look for her book. "Um... are you sure it isn't any trouble on your part, to give me a look around? I don't want to interrupt your schedule... if you have one."
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"Sorry!" The air had begun to take on a metallic taste, and Ronin hastily got up. James' expression of pain was intermingled with that of anger. "Er... I'm really sorry, James...." He had seen James burn himself once before and from what he knew, James didn't have his power under control yet.
"my brother and ronin are trying to get a fighting club started i am in err rather geekyclub like chess and computer my brother is more active and is in some sports club"
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Picking up her book, she tucked it between her arms as she turned to face him, her face brightening at his words.
"Thank you, so much." she then let out a slight giggle when she tilted her head, looking at him from a different angle. "You really are the only person.. er, male person... that's ever been this polite to me. Shall we go?" she asked, walking up to stand at his side.
Walking ahead of him, Michelle wasn't sure whether she should be herself or continue trying to be as lady-like as possible. Instead, she cleared her throat and broke the odd silence.
"So James, how old are you?" she asked, peeking her head through the school doors.
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Why not?" Smiling wickedly, Matteo lead the way outside. Catching James and Michelle on the way out. "Perhaps you two would care to watch a sword duel?"
"i just turned 17 not a few days ago" he said with a shrug "i guess you think im to old for such a beautiful woman like yourself... anyways... how old are you?"
She immediately flushed at his comment, not daring to even turn to face him as she tried to hide her obvious change in complexion. Then, trying to pretend she hadn't heard that small little detail, she continued with the conversation.
"You? Too old? Hardly." She smiled, pressing a palm to her face as her cheeks returned to normal color and she turned to face him. "I'm 15, surely that isn't too young for you, is it?"
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