Her hands concealed by her sleeves, Mio fiddled with her fingers as she examined the other, attempting to hide the lump of dread that had settled itself in her stomach. It was as if someone reached into her mind and deliberately scrambled everything together, preventing her from recalling anything of importance.
Her memory was known for being impeccable, wasn’t it? So why now, of all times, was it failing her?
Listening carefully to the other’s words, Mio nodded slowly as she pursed her lips together, attempting to direct her attention away from her current internal conflicts. She wouldn’t call this a test of patience, exactly (maybe kidnapping was the better word), but nevertheless, she admired how the other kept her composure. Removing her hands from her sleeves, Mio hesitantly laid them down at her side before also glancing around, taking into account how the people around her were reacting. Her gaze then returned to the other before she opened her mouth, voice tinted with an undertone of unease.
“Patience? I guess this means we all have some waiting to do.”
A light laugh came from her, even though the situation really wasn’t funny. At all.
“While we wait, though… I guess this’d be a good time to introduce ourselves? Since we do seem to be stuck here. For the moment.”
She was burning. When was… when was the last time she even attempted to introduce herself?
“I’m Mio. Tanazaki Mio. I’d like to think of myself as a combination puzzle extraordinaire, although my specialty lies in the 3x3′s. I’m assuming you went to Hope’s Peak as well?”
Menma smiled somewhat expectantly as Mio began to introduce herself. She found that Hope’s Peak Academy’s students were quite the odd bunch; some of her peers had talents she had never even heard of. Granted, her okiya wasn’t buzzing with pop-culture, but Menma thought she knew quite a lot about Japan’s talented youth. Never had she met someone who specialized in puzzles— of all things; she wasn’t even sure what a “3x3″ was.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Tanazaki-san.” She said, giving her head another small bow. “Extraordinaire... that’s a rather bold statement. I revere such confidence— I hope you do, however, forgive my ignorance about puzzles and...3x3′s?”
She smiled once more; her eyes were gentle... almost maternal as she watched Mio in anticipation. Menma surely treated the other like she was an “extraordinaire”. It seemed she wasn’t the type to drop formalities even while trapped.
It’s only been a moment— there’s no need to protest yet.
“If you’d like to know, my name is Menma Endoso. I’m far from extraordinary, but I take pride in being an apprentice geiko.” Menma interlaced her fingers behind her back, giving a slight nod. “Oh, yes. I do believe I was a third-year.”
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