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Pamela Oswald
Pamela smiled at Kim, gazing at her over the rims of her spectacles. "Aww. You're too shy to admit you're popular. How fitting of a Takahashi," she said in a bad imitation of Kim's accent.
And then some rando guy was asking her about her feelings. Well, okie dokie then. Not a name. Not even a 'how are you?'

Bro asked if she was anxious, and offered to take her somewhere. Pamela crinkled her nose, wondering if they had ran out of tact when designing this kid.

And it was only the first day of school. Dude seriously needed to learn his timing if he wanted to pick up a girl.

Kim defended Pamela, which touched her, but she decided to interject.

She flicked her eyes up and down, taking this guy in. Oh! He must be like Takahashi. All fancy and stuff.

She smiled in a fake sort of way as he offered to take her somewhere, and said,
"I don't go places alone with strangers, bucko. Try your luck with a different girl!" She then turned towards Asuna and said in a rapid burst,

"Is the red hair natural, girl? I wanna know who styled it! Where are you from, how's it going? I'm Pamela, how about you?"
"And what about your friend here? Are the purple tips natural, or...?"

Pamela's eyes jumped from person to person, her mouth bouncing from subject to subject. Her gaze was curious, and she adjusted her glasses as she moved on to her third victim.

"OH! And the blue haired one! How about you, is it natural? What's your star sign, what color do you use?"
Pamela asked so many questions, but she said them in a manner that showed she didn't expect them to be answered.
[USER=248372]@Cmeriwether[/USER] (Red Hair)
[USER=234888]@Cryronn the Mudkip[/USER] (Stranger)
[USER=256684]@RhythmThief[/USER] (Purple Tips)
[USER=260620]@Gold The Dragonite[/USER] (Blue Hair)
[USER=230156]@Godjacob[/USER]

Isolde Barley
Isolde blinked at Nera. Though her power couldn't read people's emotions, Isolde had developed a sharp eye for body language.

Nera seemed preoccupied. Probably bored of talking to her already....And she offered a question about her out of mere courtesy.
"O-Oh...No, It didn't cause me....much u-unrest...."
Isolde's voice was bashful as she stared at her food, away from the blood-red orbs that held her gaze with such intensity. Isolde flushed with a slight discomfort, akin to embarrassment but different. It was an almost physical feeling, like worms in her stomach.

In truth, Isolde had been replaying their interaction over and over in her mind, remembering each detail in vivid embarrassment throughout the night. She did that often, so it wasn't new, but would be embarrassing if taken out of context.

"H-How about you? I probably snored too loudly, o-or I was breathing weird....Sorry if it b-bothered you..."
[USER=234888]@Cryronn the Mudkip[/USER]

<blockquote data-quote="Inkage" data-source="post: 943815" data-attributes="member: 331266">Pamela Oswald&nbsp;&nbsp; Pamela smiled at Kim, gazing at her over the rims of her spectacles. &quot;Aww. You're too shy to admit you're popular. How fitting of a Takahashi,&quot; she said in a bad imitation of Kim's accent.And then some rando guy was asking her about her feelings. Well, okie dokie then. Not a name. Not even a 'how are you?'Bro asked if she was anxious, and offered to take her somewhere. Pamela crinkled her nose, wondering if they had ran out of tact when designing this kid.And it was only the first day of school. Dude seriously needed to learn his timing if he wanted to pick up a girl.Kim defended Pamela, which touched her, but she decided to interject.She flicked her eyes up and down, taking this guy in. Oh! He must be like Takahashi. All fancy and stuff.She smiled in a fake sort of way as he offered to take her somewhere, and said,&quot;I don't go places alone with strangers, bucko. Try your luck with a different girl!&quot; She then turned towards Asuna and said in a rapid burst,&quot;Is the red hair natural, girl? I wanna know who styled it! Where are you from, how's it going? I'm Pamela, how about you?&quot;&quot;And what about your friend here? Are the purple tips natural, or...?&quot;Pamela's eyes jumped from person to person, her mouth bouncing from subject to subject. Her gaze was curious, and she adjusted her glasses as she moved on to her third victim.&quot;OH! And the blue haired one! How about you, is it natural? What's your star sign, what color do you use?&quot;Pamela asked so many questions, but she said them in a manner that showed she didn't expect them to be answered.[USER=248372]@Cmeriwether[/USER] (Red Hair)[USER=234888]@Cryronn the Mudkip[/USER] (Stranger)[USER=256684]@RhythmThief[/USER] (Purple Tips)[USER=260620]@Gold The Dragonite[/USER] (Blue Hair)[USER=230156]@Godjacob[/USER] Isolde BarleyIsolde blinked at Nera. Though her power couldn't read people's emotions, Isolde had developed a sharp eye for body language.Nera seemed preoccupied. Probably bored of talking to her already....And she offered a question about her out of mere courtesy. &quot;O-Oh...No, It didn't cause me....much u-unrest....&quot;Isolde's voice was bashful as she stared at her food, away from the blood-red orbs that held her gaze with such intensity. Isolde flushed with a slight discomfort, akin to embarrassment but different. It was an almost physical feeling, like worms in her stomach. In truth, Isolde had been replaying their interaction over and over in her mind, remembering each detail in vivid embarrassment throughout the night. She did that often, so it wasn't new, but would be embarrassing if taken out of context.&quot;H-How about you? I probably snored too loudly, o-or I was breathing weird....Sorry if it b-bothered you...&quot;[USER=234888]@Cryronn the Mudkip[/USER]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Inkage, post: 943815, member: 331266"] [B]Pamela Oswald[/B] Pamela smiled at Kim, gazing at her over the rims of her spectacles. "Aww. You're too shy to admit you're popular. [I]How fitting of a Takahashi," [/I]she said in a bad imitation of Kim's accent. And then some rando guy was asking her about her feelings. Well, okie dokie then. Not a name. Not even a 'how are you?' Bro asked if she was anxious, and offered to take her somewhere. Pamela crinkled her nose, wondering if they had ran out of tact when designing this kid. And it was only the first day of school. Dude seriously needed to learn his timing if he wanted to pick up a girl. Kim defended Pamela, which touched her, but she decided to interject. She flicked her eyes up and down, taking this guy in. Oh! He must be like Takahashi. All fancy and stuff. She smiled in a fake sort of way as he offered to take her somewhere, and said, "I don't go places alone with strangers, bucko. Try your luck with a different girl!" She then turned towards Asuna and said in a rapid burst, "Is the red hair natural, girl? I wanna know who styled it! Where are you from, how's it going? I'm Pamela, how about you?" "And what about your friend here? Are the purple tips natural, or...?" Pamela's eyes jumped from person to person, her mouth bouncing from subject to subject. Her gaze was curious, and she adjusted her glasses as she moved on to her third victim. "OH! And the blue haired one! How about you, is it natural? What's your star sign, what color do you use?" Pamela asked so many questions, but she said them in a manner that showed she didn't expect them to be answered. [USER=248372]@Cmeriwether[/USER] (Red Hair) [USER=234888]@Cryronn the Mudkip[/USER] (Stranger) [USER=256684]@RhythmThief[/USER] (Purple Tips) [USER=260620]@Gold The Dragonite[/USER] (Blue Hair) [USER=230156]@Godjacob[/USER] [B]Isolde Barley[/B] Isolde blinked at Nera. Though her power couldn't read people's emotions, Isolde had developed a sharp eye for body language. Nera seemed preoccupied. Probably bored of talking to her already....And she offered a question about her out of mere courtesy. "O-Oh...No, It didn't cause me....[I]much [/I]u-unrest...." Isolde's voice was bashful as she stared at her food, away from the blood-red orbs that held her gaze with such intensity. Isolde flushed with a slight discomfort, akin to embarrassment but different. It was an almost physical feeling, like worms in her stomach. In truth, Isolde had been replaying their interaction over and over in her mind, remembering each detail in vivid embarrassment throughout the night. She did that often, so it wasn't new, but would be embarrassing if taken out of context. "H-How about you? I probably snored too loudly, o-or I was breathing weird....Sorry if it b-bothered you..." [USER=234888]@Cryronn the Mudkip[/USER] [/QUOTE]

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