Nothing. - Fuuro Miyawaki - (RE: Isamu)
Fuuro was immediately intrigued by this guy’s attitude. He seemed cold (both personality wise and physically, judging from the way he was shaking.) Helping him would probably be the best thing to do.
That, and she had nothing better to do.
He continued to sling sports equipment across the gym. Fuuro even had to dodge the stuff a few times. She was pretty quick to anger, but noticing this boy’s dismay, it was best to keep it in.
"If you say so… Logically, gyms are supposed to have all kinds of sports equipment. It’s safe to say that some kinds of equipment are harder to find than others.
Fuuro joined the sports player in his search for a net. Did she have any intentions of playing badmitton with him? No. But it gave her something to do.
"Nice to meet you. I’m Fuuro Miyawaki, Super High-School Level Ecologist."
What's cooler than being cool? Ice cold. Alright alright alright alright-- Okay. Isamu nodded twice before going back to his search. He may be an organized person but he's helpless if he's somewhere new. Especially somewhere freezing cold trapped with a bunch of uselessly talented kids.
"Hmm. It's a pain. The only thing I brought with me was my racket. Maybe if I bothered the bear..."
No. Bad idea. He muttered a few words about how bothersome it'd be. Isamu paused rummaging around for a few seconds to hold his hand out. Very awkwardly. Because people shook hands regularly, right? Wait, they're Japanese. Bowing is the thing. Whatever. Shaking hands before and after a sports match could just be his excuse. Good save.
"Miyawaki-kun... Right. Nice meetin' you. I guess. Weird situation but it could be worse. Ahem. ... Ecology, huh. So... sciencey stuff. That's. Cool."
Fun conversations with the closest badminton player is always entertaining.















