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"I.. I. Oh." She didn't really have anything else to say, but her shock turned to discomfort at once once she saw who really owned the house, who really lived in it. Nori-kun. She turned pale for a moment, finally working up the courage to smile at him and nod. She was embarrassed, and completely mortified by this turn of events.

"I do remember you. Everyone remembers you." The pale skin of Nami-chan turned a startling red as she said what she shouldn't have said. Sometimes she could be so blunt that she embarrassed herself to horrible measures. The redness soon faded and she looked up at Nori-kun, before stepping lightly inside of the house. "I'd appreciate that." She added, when he offered to show her around. Probably out of pity, she thought to herself.

But that wasn't the most unnerving part of this predicament. She recognized Kichi-kun to some measure, but she felt that he was glaring at her. In fact, he was glaring at her. She seemed to stiffen for a moment in that time, but in the end she began to scowl back, her eyes turning back towards his. She realized that this may not have been the best thing to do, but she felt also that he had no reason to hate her like it seemed he did right now. She caught herself, and let her brow relax, before she shook her head, breathing shakily.

"Well.. I suppose this is better than I thought it would be.." She remarked lightly to Torou-kun. Biting her lower lip gently before nodding her head. She tapped an invisible rhythm on the palm of her hand, and remained quiet. As quiet as a mouse.