
Haru Miaki
Haru watched the young woman sit quietly, holding her flute within her grasp in her lap. It was an odd feeling to greet someone whenever you swore that you had locked the door shu- oh, the other entrance, through the fourth music room was still open. He had forgotten all about that one. Standing, he realized how strange he must have looked- somewhat dirty from the various street fighting he had to endure to protect both Kizaki and that other girl, Kathleen, missing a shirt, and covered with various scrapes and bruises he had gotten through neglect of his own body over the past few hours. Calmly, he moved over and locked the other door, preferring to keep this arrangement between hosts and hostesses only. "Sorry for inappropriate dress code."