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"Alright, good," I reply quickly, jumping at my chance. It looks like he doesn't overly like the situation, either, so I guess that makes it easier on me to quickly pass over any discussion of the embarrassing accident that just occurred. "In that case, I won't have to take you through the first floor and the sports clubs, then, at least." Turning and beginning to walk towards the far end of the hallway, I glance back over my shoulder. "Come on," I add. "If you don't hurry up, all the schmucks looking to join a club will be up here within a few minutes, and, although you might not have noticed, I'm really not the type of person who jumps at the chance of meeting new people." With this, I manage to lapse back into my usual calm persona, flawlessly delivering one of my usual bits of sarcasm before turning away again and heading for the nearest door, one across the hallway.

"The Library is the only club location on the left of the hall. Everything else on this side is either a science lab or a teacher's office. In order, the other clubs are..." I swing open the first sliding door, revealing a traditional-style room floored with tatami with a small, cushioned ring at the center. There are several people standing around in white gi uniforms, most of whom are going through various physical drills or practicing complex-seeming techniques on each other. "Aikido," I say by way of explanation, allowing my charge a moment to glance in before turning, shutting the door again, and moving on to the next one. Going through the same routine with each door, I quickly list off the Tea Ceremony club, the Anime and Manga club, the Video Game club, the Light Music club, the Computer Sciences club, the Occult and Traditional Mythology research club, and a small three man Society devoted entirely to filming some sort of amateur Super Sentai production that was trying now for what seemed like the millionth time to be recognized as an official club. This last item's name was rather long and silly, though, so I shorted it to the "Society of Idiots with Video Cameras and too Much Time on Their Hands." They just glare at me from inside the largely empty room they occupy, but, seeing who it was who insulted them, don't otherwise acknowledge my presence. I can see why they wouldn't bother. I'm a legendary antisocial and sarcastic bitch and I know it.

"And that concludes our short and completely pointless tour," I finish, shutting the last door and turning back to my unwanted charge. "Thank you for participating, and please visit our gift shop so we can persuade you to waste all your money on a thousand things you couldn't conceivably need in this life or the next. You know, I can't help but wonder if those buffoons actually expected I'd give you any sort of explanation more detailed than a brief summary introduction. But, it doesn't matter. Let's head down so we can clean the classroom and leave before the herd makes their way up here." I don't really notice it, but I find myself speaking more naturally that I was before. Nothing has changed in my demeanor or my attitude - I'm still as asinine and cold as always - but despite that, I'm beginning to grow a little more used to dealing with this boy's presence without having to analyze everything that happens around us, and, because of that, I'm saying a lot more and doing it with a lot less restraint that I usually do.

I just hope he doesn't get the wrong idea and think I'm trying to get chummy with him. I'm not warming up to you, I'm just adapting to your unwanted presence, you got that? I want to say it out loud, but I decide against it. Nobody said anything about befriending anyone, so there's no need to bring it up. If you do, you just sound suspicious, not to mention stupid and cliche. No, the Tsundere option is most certainly not going to be my first resort. It's not even going to be my last resort. In fact, it's not going to be any sort of resort whatsoever! I hereby disavow all that Tsundere is and stands for! Hah! Take that, brain!

...

I wonder if I'm going crazy, or if I was always this way. If it's the former, I blame Katsuro and Shinji, and their contagious stupidity. And Yoshida, for that matter. In fact, I think I'll just blame Yoshida. He's the one who's been screwing with my composure ever since the moment he first approached me. Yeah. That makes sense. I'm just stressed. Not crazy, just stressed.

...

Or I'm a sociophobic lunatic with Dissociative Personality Disorder, but excuse me if I don't particularly like that option.

(By the way, Famished, happy 4th of January, also known as the first anniversary of the release of Katawa Shoujo! In light of this fact, I'm A: using one of its BGMs and B: going to go replay it, so excuse me if my responses are a little delayed by das uberfeels. See you around!)