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Mitsu's face fell a little and she shook her head. "Shun's been....busy." Yeah, that was one way to put it. "So I haven't wanted to bother him. I still train on my own but I haven't done many spars." She seemed a little disappointed in herself. It was hard to improve when she was on her own but honestly she could have been doing more.

"But I can finally control my strength a little. I haven't pulled my door from its hinges in two weeks." She seemed pleased with this progress, mostly because she was tired of trying to fix the door, though....had she told Herryk about her little quirk? Mitsu might have actually avoided a mishap on their day out.

"Is everything going okay with Freya?" Mitsu felt it was only polite to ask about the Valkyrie.

"Oh Freya is in her second year already?" Mitsu had been busy with classes of her own, most of it being in first aid with Nurse Cricket. The lycan was determined to learn everything she could because she had a terrible feeling she was going to need it.

The door thing seemed to have caught Herryk's attention though and a bright flush of pink touched Mitsu's cheeks as she found the table cloth completely interesting. I mean look at the delicate pattern inlaid in the fabric, it was a nice touch. Honestly she was a little embarrassed about her mishaps with her new found ability but she had managed to blurt it out thinking Herryk already knew.

"I uhh...yeah. The only thing I can figure out is that my body is channeling the strength from my natural form...so I can lift really heavy things...though I mostly break things. Like the door, or the arm rest in the auditorium, or the window when I shut it too hard.....or Hel's arm..." Mitsu said the last one very quietly because she still felt bad about it even though the Valkyrie had been as pleased as could be that Mitsu was improving in some way.

"So what classes have you been taking Herryk?" Mitsu clung to something hoping it would change the topic.

"Yes!" he said brightly at the clown question, "I mean, no," he drew the hat down further. He was in disguise. But not so in disguise he couldn't be friendly. He whispered, "My name's Pickles, what's yours? ...What are you? This is a very long round of musical chairs, isn't it?"

At least Shun wasn't alone in marveling at the name similarity this time. Shine had spent a solid minute poking at the "Sh" in both of their names on the board, giggling softly to herself, making the occasional "shh, shh" noise to go along with it. Even if she ended up sad again after meeting her newest friend, this part had been fun.

It would probably be a good idea to actually fine her Sh-partner, she decided, setting off towards the tables. Pausing shyly at the table with the single boil, she wrung her hands together, asking in a near whisper: "...hi, are...are you Shun?"

She began giggling again, feeling like her insides were made of Treats. "Shh, Shhh. Shh...is a nice sound...um. Don't...you think?" She hoped this stranger was her partner, because she was babbling on about the way things sounded to someone who probably didn't even want to talk to her otherwise.

Mitsu had clearly underestimated Herryk's ability to hear and the power of his voice. It carried her crime through the air for all to hear and her face paled considerably as she took on a more mortified expression.

"Herryk," Mitsu whined, her face looking rather sad as her arms began to flail a little. Something like this actually>> ~(;A; )~

The distraction from the conversation she had hoped to avoid hadn't been much help. Herryk had answered her question and boomeranged back to the previous topic. Oh jack boomerang why did you come back?

"I..I really didn't mean too," Mitsu said softly. "It was during a spar." Taking hold of the tablecloth she began to twist it between her fingers, ringing it until it started to tear and fray from the force. "I-It was a accident, b..but her arm healed okay." Mitsu had immediately carried the Valkyrie to the nurse because on top of injuring her arm...she had knocked her out. It had been a bad day.

The guilt she felt over the ordeal was clear and she looked to Herryk for a moment with those wide and sad puppy eyes hoping beyond all hope he had a different topic.

How exciting! This was already going well. Replying with affirmatives and agreeing with her obviously meant good things. She crawled into the other chair before responding to him again, pulling her knees up to her chest for her to rest her chin on them.

"Hi. Shine," she said, pointing at her face. The vague, inky imprint of Titus' stamp still lingering on her forehead. "Thank you for....um...for sitting. With me." A smile briefly flickered across her face.

"We...can play the..." What was it called? They were all asking questions to get to know each other, so, maybe... "...the question game? If...I, well. Only if...you want. Do you? Want?"

Pickles peeked at TG over his sunglasses, looking him up and down, before tilting them back up and sitting resolute behind a wall of obscurity. "I think you must have the wrong clown, Mr. Inferno."