Snippet #2300726

"I would compare you sooner to a "cat in the box" that was thrust upon me and surprised me so that I pushed it back within its holdings before I could look upon it properly." He explained his own train of thought as best he could, using her own metaphor as a means to make it easier to understand. "For me to make a true judgement, the cat in the box would have to jump back out again, then I'd be more prepared and able to see it better." He smirked momentarily to himself, he felt he had explained that well. So he let himself have a small and rare moment of pride. The girl seemed to space out for a moment again, as if her train of thought had been cut off by her own words. So Jacob found himself doing the same, he didn't even know this girls name. Yet. He would ask it, he thought, it was only polite that he did so after all. Just as he was about to present the question, however, she spoke again.

"Why is it strange that I was serious?" She suddenly spoke

"Your seriousness? It's strange for the simple reason from another person it would more than likely be perceived as an insult to my reaction." Jacob explained to the girl as best he could. "If I wasn't serious, why would I have asked? Like building a car with no wheels. It doesn't go anywhere. Unless it's a hovercar, but I can't build those." Jacob was about to explain but his expression froze. "That's..." Jacob didn't have a reasonable answer. "I suppose it's just normal human nature..." Jacob muttered, however he was quickly learning that this girl seemed to be a little bit different to the people he usually dealt with. "I don't know why anyone would actually DO that... at least I don't know a definitive reason... I guess, that's a good point." Jacob said with a light blinking as if he had come to an over the top realisation. However he was snapped out of it as the girl made a sudden movement snapping up the glasses from his glasses. She did it with almost pinpoint accuracy, the glasses vanished from his hand and sat upon her face without a single flaw in the movement, as if it were something the girl had practiced for days yet that was in no way possible, perhaps she had snapped things from the hands of others before... yet the definitive shape and weight and grip of his specific hand was sure to be different to anothers, similar perhaps, but enough of a difference to hinder a perfect movement. Then again he DID have the habit of overthinking things... which he was most likely doing at that moment. He always did that... his perception was always on after all, even when sometimes he just wished he could turn it off. His face gave a slight grimace for a moment as he realised that at that previous moment he had been contemplating the girls somehow "perfect" grab, when such a thing could be due to simple concentration or chance. However he decided to move on from the topic, deciding to stop dwelling on his own nature and his face straightened out to a plainer expression.

He was snapped from his mind once again by the irritating squeak that came from the girls slowly descending shoes. She was... doing as he asked. She shook her pink tresses left and right and Jacob frowned as one of the swatted his face. Yet as her hair fell back down he blushed lightly again. He realised he had no idea what to say at that moment, he was still a boy after all, meaning that the appearance of an upright attractive girl before him was enough to make him panic slightly, especially considering his complete lack of experience with most females aside from analyzing them. His eyes widened slightly as he peered at her now upright face. She was indeed, as she had put it, "pretty". At least in Jacobs eyes that is and her apparently strange personality interested Jacob at that point more then it had shocked him a few moments ago. He decided he would attempt to psychoanalyze her then. Use his perception, to read her emotions and learn more about her, so slowly he closed his eyes for a brief moment, visibly longer than a blink, however still not long enough that it was absurdly recogniseable. Jacob merely did this to clear his mind before attempting to read someone, however to the average person it would have made him appear quite strange.

When Jacobs eyes opened it was if he was seeing this girl for the first time again, his vision running over her facial features and noting any little change that he could, he wasn't an expert, however at such close range he had expected to at least see some unease in her face... yet... There was next to nothing there... Jacob blinked a few times, this girl was so... blank, her emotions barely poured through her face. She was either very VERY good at hiding what she was feeling or she... she worked on a completely different wavelength to anything Jacob had ever encountered. *Surely not...* Jacob didn't know what feel at that realisation. Worry at the fact he had no idea what this girl was feeling? Unease at the uncertainty of her intentions? Maybe even excitement at the prospect of an actual unpredictability? He just sat there looking for a moment before realising that, once again that he was staring at her. He shook his head vibrantly, his own hair shaking lightly to the left and right before clearing his throat and speaking.

"Sorry about that... ehm..." He realised then, that he still didn't know her name. He decided that at the very least, at this point, some introductions would be in order. "Again apologies, I don't believe I got your name..." He held out his hand to shake hers as a friendly gesture.

"I'm Jacob Sorata Misaki. Might I ask your name also?"