tenipuri_xp | RP log: Sengoku, Niou

Rating: G :D for good kids <3 (or maybe PG for a liiittle bit of violence ~~and possible swearing because niou has a bad mouth :D; i cannot remember, aha~~)
Dated: the afternoon of Sengoku's arrival. ;D
Summary: The vines have trust issues. |D But allow Niou to show the new kid around the local side of town, after a little convincing <3

It was pretty obvious that the map that fellow gave Sengoku was bogus, and though that person mentioned poisonous ice cream, that didn't mean it was dangerous to meet up with said person for drinks and possibly lollipops, right? Right, of course not! Though, it was also rather obvious that his vines hadn't thought so.

"Hey, we're gonna be late! And you said you wanted me to make new friends, right?" Really, his vines could be so picky sometimes. Sengoku wasn't sure what made him think his vines would actually let him leave campus so easily, what with the little fiasco earlier that day with getting him inside. However, it was still juuuuust a little annoying to have his arms over each other and bound to either side of the gate and he didn't even need to check if he was rooted to the ground... again.

Sengoku let out a heavy sigh. "Wow, you guys so have trust issues."

So. That said, if there was one mutant on campus that Niou's eyes couldn't really miss? It was this new kid. Oh yeah. Poison Ivy, eat your heart out <3

He strolled up to the school gates, hands in his pockets, and far more amused than concerned. Like rope indeed. Ryoma hadn't mentioned much about the vines being dangerous (if anything, a little too far to the contrary? Affection be damned). But it wasn't like the phaser worried about that kinda thing anyway. "God, your powers suck," he greeted with a cordial chuckle, coming around to stand in front of where the other was, and just looking at him up and down for a bit.

Sengoku looked slightly less dishevelled than he did earlier that day, with a fresh pair of clothes and bandages, and Hell, he was clean, which he had to say was the best feeling in the world. His clothes were a little baggy, however, as he was much too gaunt to begin with.

"Yeah, I know they suck. Let's try something a little less obvious~" It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that this was Mr. Poison Ice Cream and well, he didn't look too dangerous. "See? I told you it wouldn't be so bad. He couldn't hurt a fly," Sengoku reasoned out loud, not at Niou but the vines that were holding him in place, but it didn't seem like they were very assured.

"Sorry, having some technical difficulties here," he apologized to the other mutant with a sheepish grin as he indiscreetly tugged at his vines.

Niou shrugged, stepping forward to toe at a random root. Well, difficulties. No shit <3 Just as well said little incidences didn't level entire portions of the city like, oh. Say, Kirihara Akaya's. He absently wondered what they'd do in the danger room, where there wasn't really anything to hold onto, when the walls were all smooth...

"You ticklish?" he asked, and poked Sengoku experimentally in the side. "Are they?"

Sengoku yipped in response when Niou poked at a particularly sensitive spot. "You're not going to torture me to get them, are you?" Because if that was the case, that was totally unfair.

He yanked at the vines binding him to the inside of the gate again and tried in vain to kick his legs, but yet again, they were just stuck. "This is getting really annoying, you know. ...What? Does it look like he has ice cream on him? He is NOT going to poison us. Fine, I'll do that now."

He sighed again, as if he were dealing with a stubborn and paranoid little kid. "They're not going anywhere unless they know your name." And well, he'd like to know it, too, since he never asked in the first place. "You already know it but, mine's Sengoku Kiyosumi," he emphasized before the vines could complain. He dipped his head as a sort of bow, since he was a little tied up at the moment.

"Nice to meet you, Kiyosumi," Niou grinned, tipping the hat he didn't have as he bowed in return.

They wanted name, huh? Amusing little plant. "Pity I don't have one, myself," the phaser said, smiling as nicely as he could – like Fuji. He'd have no problem 'torturing Kiyo to get to the vines' but, being fundamentally lazy... "Most people call me Niou, though <3 Masaharu. Including your Echizen Ryoma, so maybe you wanna trust that."

"Sounds like you've got a name just fine." Man, that was the most un-nice smile if he ever saw one. "Well, whatcha guys think?" he asked aloud. "He was nice enough to give us his name so we should be nice too and play some darts." It seemed already he was getting much too used to this.

He listened to them titter in the back of his mind as there was still a sense of distrust among them, but eventually, the left vine loosened and unwound itself... only to whip forward and wrap itself around Niou's waist. Sengoku's smile was a bit premature, it seemed.

Given pre-warning, Niou wasn't as surprised as he could've been. But still raised an eyebrow at Sengoku, before addressing the vines almost petulantly (because it clearly wasn't Sengoku he was talking to now): "Do I have to be stuck to you lot like a toddler on a leash?" A question of necessity and image, really.

He took a single, slow step back, phasing out of the vine's grasp like a man at gunpoint with his hands raised. It wasn't like he was desperate to get outta the situation, but... seriously. Toddler on a leash. The guys at the bar were gonna laugh.

The vine dropped like a pile of bricks when Niou stepped out of its hold, and Sengoku grinned wide while the vines tittered confusedly about this one. "Oh man, you are my hero--" he managed to get out before both of his arms whipped forward, and the vines tried once again to get a hold of Niou.

The phaser skipped back fast. Bloody hell – now that he was getting actively chased by the vine zombie (arms out and all), his 'desperate to get out of the situation'-factor rose by some multiple of ten billion. On principle <3 Because (on the one hand) he liked to play hard to get. (But on the other, he hated running. And he was currently very close to running.) "Hey, I know my charm's magnetic'n all, but don't you have any control?"

"Hey! Stop using my arms!" It was one thing that the vines could move on their own, but those were his arms they were hijacking. But even though he felt pretty strongly about that, what the Hell could he do about it? Until not even a few days ago, his vines weren't ever this aggressive and really, he had no clue how to deal with it except to start yelling.

"You guys wanted me to make friends here and I don't think this is really going to help!" Because flailing vines was really that appealing. He was surprised that Niou hadn't beat it already.

I'll take that as a 'no' <3 the phaser thought, acknowledging the obvious as he sort of alternately ducked and phased (and phased a bit more when he got clipped by a vine he didn’t see coming). The only thing that kept him there was the fact that he didn't run. Unless you were talking about Karupin's kittens, but that couldn't be helped – because if he didn't run from them, he'd end up... well. Doing something like...

He ducked under one flailing arm and palm-heeled for where he hoped the inside of Sengoku's elbow still was. Not like he wanted to break the kid's arm, but. Y'know. Eat or be eaten <3

Sengoku watched in horror as his vines whipped and flailed around on their own volition, all the while playing body-snatchers. "Seriously this isn't--" But Sengoku wasn't able to finish when Niou's blow knocked him off balance. He yelped in alarm and for a moment, he had control again, though all he had to show for it was his pinwheeling. He fell backwards onto his rear, uprooting a leg in the process and he winced as he heard a shrill cry ring through his head-- he managed to snap a few of their roots and it hurt.

Biting his lip, he forced a pained grin at Niou, which only contorted his face strangely. "Yeah... thanks, we ow... needed that. Haha...."

"I'd say you did, yeah..." The phaser crouched down to look Sengoku in the eye, grinning as he ignored the impulse to pat the redhead, despite what the kid'd said about showering. Instead, reaching back, he pulled his waterbottle out from the side of his bag, and emptied it over Sengoku's head. Plants liked water, didn't they? <3 Maybe this'd cheer him up...

Sengoku peered at the phaser with one eye as water trickled down the sides of his face. The cries died down as the pain faded, replaced by a softer, throbbing ache. "Now that was just mean," the redhead sniffled, wiping off the water. He might have plants growing on him, but that didn't mean he liked getting soaked.

Niou ignored the accusation, having heard worse before (and then some. For self-explanatory reasons. Big bully of the playground and all), and tucked the empty bottle back into his bag. At least the vines seemed subdued now? <3 Sengoku was sort of like... dealing with a set of four year old conjoined twins. Which wasn't to say pleasant, but you couldn't really blame them much. Much.

Niou offered that Pleasant Smile again, along with a hand to help Sengoku stand, if the other wanted it. "Still wanna go play? <3" he asked, in a sideways mockery of the scenario in his head.

The redhead shook off the subsiding ache and took the other's hand. "If we catch a cold, you're taking care of us." And oh, they were going to hold him to it!

The vines were rather quiet at the moment, sniffling and comforting each other in the back of his mind, which would make things a little easier now. He didn't like that they were upset, but at least he wasn't stuck to the ground anymore.

Back up on his feet, he wiped back wet hair from his eyes. "Well, where to then? I think I could use a drink..."

Niou shrugged (well, sure. He could always just stick them in the greenhouse), before tipping his head in the direction of the junction. "Corner store? I still owe you a lollipop, too." He grinned. "Unless y'really wanna go to the bar. You can call the shots for the rest of while we're out, since I've been so Terribly Mean <3"

"Oh, horribly mean. We're scarred for life! I think we deserve a lollipop," Sengoku nodded sagely. "A cherry one. Actually, two. One for me and one for them." Might as well milk it for what it's worth! It wasn't often that Sengoku got to have candy.

Niou chuckled, and cuffed the kid over the back of the head this time. "I'll get'cha four," he said, and started off in the convenience store's direction, hands in pockets. Although not particularly known for his generosity, the phaser did typically make it a point to go above and beyond the call of duty (whatever that meant). Sometimes, this also applied in a positive direction <3 Sometimes.

"Wow, four. Thanks mister," he said almost sarcastically, but the thought of having some candy on hand couldn't help but excite him (no, not that way).

Sengoku followed after the phaser and upon catching up to his side, he glanced over at Niou with a questioning tilt of the head. "So you can go through stuff? Like a ghost? ...You're not a real ghost, are you?" he asked, the last part coming out hesitantly. Hey, if it were possible for him to grow plants on his body, couldn't it be just as possible to have a phantom walking around?

Niou raised an eyebrow at the second question. "Need to be hit again to answer that, Kiyosumi? Maybe that one wasn't solid enough for you." Though, that wasn't really being fair (not that the phaser particularly cared about keeping score on that field)... wasn't the kid's fault he hadn't met Akutagawa's floaty form yet. Niou shrugged, continuing absently: "Depends what your ghost criteria is. Got a checklist? <3"

"I could've sworn it went through my head," Sengoku grinned cheekily before turning his eyes up to the sky in thought. "Hm... criteria to determine if someone's a ghost... well, you've got the whole 'going through stuff' part down pat. The next important part would be that ghosts are gray," he mused aloud, not at all serious. He peered back over at Niou through the corner of his eye. "You look sorta gray to me~" he said, referring to the phaser's unique hair color.

"Half points?" Niou mused along with, absently throwing a backhand in the general direction of Sengoku's face without taking his eyes off the road. "I wasn't born with it." Truth: he hadn't been born with it, but the black he had been born with'd faded of all colour by the time he turned two. The photos could've made a flippy picture book.

He glanced over at the other, with mild curiosity. "That your natural colour scheme, too?"

"You noticed!" he feigned surprise, despite the fact that his hair was basically a shining beacon of 'not normal.' "I dye it everyday with my non-existent money."

He grinned at the other as he mentally poked at his vines, wondering why they were being so quiet. "It started turning when these came around," he said, lifting an arm to indicate his vines. "They must really like red... it's kind of a random color. But not as random as yours, ghosty~"

Niou snerked, but neglected to point out that you hardly had to have money to get things, because it seemed Sengoku was a good kid. Far be it for the phaser to corrupt him. Yet <3 "Red contrasts," he said instead. That was plant psychology, wasn't it? The brighter you were, the more... attractive you became. Whereas his own powers seemed to like indulging in the ninja way. Or something. Probably. (Or else, they just both subconsciously liked random shit.)

He glanced over his shoulder, giving Sengoku a pointed once-over, before entering the convenience store. "These guys're fine with bein' 'round the corner from a mutant school, but. If you're gonna stay, then y'might wanna talk to Hanamura 'bout an image inducer or somethin'..." After you learn how to stop screamin' in the streets.

"What's an 'image inducer?'" Sengoku asked, glancing over at the phaser curiously. As they entered the store, the redhead pulled down his sleeves to cover the leaves that were just barely peeking out. A hand went up to his temple, fingers lightly brushing over a little lump where a vine was starting to bud; it didn't feel that big, and the headband he found was thick enough so no one would notice. "And they're okay with it? That's a first."

Niou shrugged. He didn't know if it was by choice or what, but they couldn't really not be okay with it, Ryuhana having been outed as a mutant school and all. Not to mention how it'd kind of been bombed three times before that (or something). A few of the other businesses in the area had come under new management, but this one had stayed. They didn't seem to mind Niou, at any rate.

He walked up to the little stand by the counter, picking out three cherry lollipops and a cola, and continued conversationally (to emphasise the 'not minding' point): "An image inducer's a hologram-kinda thing that makes you look normal to everyone else. So you can pretend t'be human." A wink to the chick behind the register, before the phaser glanced back over his shoulder at Sengoku. "Anythin' else you want while we're at it?"

Sengoku seemed to notice the lack of angry looks and screaming, which was fine and dandy for him; though usually being pretty good about hiding the vines, he'd had his fair share of mutant discrimination.

He smiled wide at the girl in appreciation, resisting the urge to perform a sweeping bow (she was pretty cute!). At this point, he could hear his vines whispering in a corner of his mind. His attention diverted, he had a hard time making out what they were saying-- something about how the red wasn't attracting anything, and they conspired amongst themselves again.

"Nah, just some pops." It was already nice enough of him to get him something, so Sengoku didn't want to take advantage of the other's generosity... though it was tempting to.

He hesitantly glanced up at the cashier girl again, smiling once more before continuing their conversation. "An image inducer sounds useful. They've been pestering me about growing out and if we have one of those..."

"Yeah, some'a the kids use 'em when they go visit family'n shit," Niou said. "Or just shopping 'n working 'n stuff. Hanamura's got a few." Lopsided smirk. "Maybe hangin' around'll have more advantages than you thought." (Although from what he'd read on the journals, Sengoku already reckoned a bed, shower and meals were sizeable enough bonuses. True enough.)

Good call 'bout the 'pops, though, he thought to himself, paying for the candy (and sliding a pre-folded origami flower across the counter with the coins for the girl). First impression, correct: Sengoku really was a good kid, after all <3 Niou pulled this trick sometimes, on the new ones. The amount of money they made him spend was directly proportional to the degree of hell he would take their training and/or dorm life down to, later <3 Sengoku would have it relatively easy. He handed over the lollipops with a grin at the thought.

"Why, thank you. You shouldn't have~" Sengoku grinned at the phaser, batting his eyes as he took the candy. He immediately unwrapped one and popped it into his mouth and OH, goddamn was it sweet and sooo good. "Aw man, I'm in heaven." He tucked the other pops away-- if they were in sight, he'd probably eat them all by tonight when he wanted to save them for a rainy day, so to say.

"Maaaaybe," the redhead conceded around the lollipop. At this point, he could be bribed with just candy alone. "I'm... we're just not really used to staying in one place too long," he explained as the vines were coming into focus again, listening in on their conversation. He had a bad case of wanderlust, which was partially why he left home, but the keyword was 'had.' The desire to keep moving was fading, but the thought of staying in one place almost scared the redhead-- he wondered if Ryuhana would eventually feel like a cage, especially with how his vines were so adamant that he stay on campus (mostly out of fear that he would leave completely, he supposed.)

He shrugged mostly to himself, twirling the stick absently. "What'd you do before coming to Ryuhana?" he asked.

"Do?" Niou chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets again; he turned to leave the store, deciding to just keep walking wherever until Sengoku took the lead or said otherwise. "Nothin'," he shrugged. "Was just a grey human b'fore manifestin' 'n they pawned me off on'ta Hanamura." More or less. There hadn't really been any in-between. One moment, blam: he'd fallen through a closed door. The next, his bag was packed and dropped outside Ryuhana's gates.

"Wasn't worse." He glanced sidelong at the other mutant. Predictable enough questions, and fair. "You wonderin' how that place keeps a guy, or what?"

The redhead shrugged again, content to just follow Niou around for now. "We were just curious. Though it sounds like you didn't have much of a choice about where you'd end up anyway. Is that why you're still there?"

Niou's face managed to concoct an expression loosely mixing casual disdain and blatant incredulity: "Fuck, no." With his powers especially, there wasn't a snowcone's chance in hell he'd stay somewhere he didn't want to be. Not to say Ryuhana was his personal paradise, but. A shrug. "I wanna stay." There were people there that he wasn't going to find anywhere else. Another glance at Sengoku. "Y'know how it is, when y've got people. Unless y'don't." If the kid'd been cutting it alone for the past few years, then maybe not...

"We've been on our own for a while now. We've met a lot of people but, we've never really had a reason to stick around." He glanced up and grinned at Niou. "We figured that there was too much to see." But then the grin turned to confusion, and his eyes dipped as he twirled the pop with his fingers again. "But they don't wanna travel anymore. They want us to stay here for some reason. At least for a little while, I guess."

...made sense, the phaser supposed, scuffing a shoe along the sidewalk as he kicked a small stone. Flora weren't really renowned for having legs, after all. Maybe the kid was gonna turn 100% plant one day. Wouldn't that be something? But he wasn't gonna say that. "They're gettin' sick of just your company," he grinned instead. 'Cause goddamn. If he randomly got stuck inside someone else's head like that, it'd totally drive him nuts. (Above and beyond what being an MPD-inducer would be classified as "nuts", of course.)

The vines tittered in response, which only earned them a pout. "Don't tell me that's why! Wooow, okay, I know when I'm not wanted," he frowned and sniffled dramatically. "You know what?" Sengoku caught up to Niou's side again, but this time, he linked arms with the phaser. "Masaharu's going to be my new best friend. You guys can have Ryoma."

Niou raised an eyebrow at that, almost involuntarily. It wasn't his fault that the first thing to come to mind was tentacle sex. That was what just happened when you heard, what... 17?-year-old boys telling vines that they could have people. He'd.... keep an eye out.

"Should I be flattered?" he asked dryly.

"Uh huh. Because we're going to be bestest best friends forever," Sengoku nodded for emphasis. "Oh yeah? Well he's going to be my bestest best friend times infinity plus two!" he argued to thin air.

At that, he heard the vines moan in lament and even begin to cry. They wanted him to meet new people! New friends!

"...Awww... and here I thought you all were just trying to get rid of me." Not that he thought they really could... unless the vines could detach from him, too. He let go of Niou's arm and smiled for his vines, as he couldn't exactly hug them. "Okay, okay, stop crying~ You're still my bestest best friends times infinity plus five! No one can beat that!"

"...somethin' to the power of five's bigger than somethin' plus five though, usually," Niou mused non-helpfully. Didn't matter anyway, because anybody knew infinity squared equalled the same as infinity...

But he'd stop being a math geek now that Sengoku had so kindly detached himself. Really. (Just as well since Yagyuu had Niou's 'best friend' tag, and he'd hate to break the kid's heart <3) "Sensitive creatures ain't they?"

"You wouldn't believe it," Sengoku grinned, touching a leaf that was peeking out from under his sleeve. "But you get used to it," he said fondly. If anything, the vines were rather like sisters to him. Why he felt like they were sisters rather than brothers, he wasn't quite sure, but maybe their fangirl-ish tendencies had something to do about it.

"You got any brothers or sisters?" Sengoku randomly asked.

"Not 'nymore <3" Niou replied just as lightly, and glanced over at the other with an easy grin. "You? I'm bettin' you were either an only child, or had a big sister or two, before you left home..." He wasn't sure what made him say that, but. (Maybe something to do with the whipped puppy aura Sengoku practically glowed with...)

Sengoku gave the phaser a meaningful glance before smiling slightly. He wasn't sure if his own parents were going to give up on him, but if they did have thoughts of disowning him, he left before they could do so. "You could tell? We've got an older sister. Her name's Saya and we sometimes send her postcards." He glanced over at Niou. "You know, so she knows we're still alive."

"Aww, ain't that sweet..." Niou chuckled. And meant it, despite how his tone bordered on sarcasm. A girl probably worried about her kid brother, all alone out there in the world... probably. Right? He ignored the twist in his gut at the thought; grinned teasingly instead. "Ever been back to check she's even still there after all this time?"

Sengoku waved the phaser off-- so maybe he was being a little too hopeful with the card sending, but it was all he could really do.

"...Nah. We should probably do that sometime, huh?" But he didn't really want to try. What if she'd moved out by now? What if no one was there anymore? "But probably not for a while yet. We're at school now! We should focus on that, I guess." ...That was a lame excuse.

And Niou said as much, after a considerate pause: "...that was a lame excuse." Doubly so after the kid hadn't actually wanted to stay at said school. A pointed glance in Sengoku's direction.

Not... that the phaser couldn't sympathise. Given the chance, he could imagine some apprehension over seeing how his own family fared. He liked to think his older sister missed him a bit. Maybe his kid brother too, if the brat wasn't too young so as to've forgotten. Already.

But still. "Not much of a gambler, are you?"

Sengoku gave the phaser a sheepish grin-- even he knew that was a lame excuse. "We might not have a lot to lose, but it's all we've got," he reasoned. Sometimes it was just better to pretend.

"Would you call yourself one?"

"Depends on the logical chances," Niou said. He liked the solidity of knowing he was right – but then also the thrill of uncertainty when nothing was sure. "Plus gut instinct..." It wasn't always that mathematically straight-forward anyway; he was the kind of guy to risk more, the further he was backed into a corner...

"And what I'm betting on. Or with," he added. A grin in return, conceding the point as he reached over to ruffle Sengoku's hair: "There're some things y'just can't screw up."

Sengoku ducked his head and laughed a bit, batting Niou's hand away. "Well, we guess if it's just for fun and not with something like real money, we'd gamble... You like to play cards?" he asked the older mutant.

"Hell, yes," Niou grinned, eyes lighting. Poker, Black Jack -- hell, even Snap. "You play?" He humbly considered himself a veritable poker master – even without counting cards. The only one who could beat his stone face was Yagyuu – and even then, Niou's face wasn't so much stone as subtly (sometimes) dropping all the wrong hints.

And it was still fun with no money! Sengoku was still underage after all. But you didn't have to be twenty to bet your dignity <3 Like that one time ages ago he'd dared that Ohtori kid to go skinny-dipping in the pool at night. That... hadn't been strictly poker, but all the same.

"A little bit," the redhead grinned at the older mutant, feeling oddly proud that Niou got all excited about cards. "We like the standard games, like Go Fish and sometimes we play Poker. Asshole's pretty fun, too~ Sometimes we randomly play with others... it's a nice way to meet new people." Though there was that one time when they played with that creepy guy... it was something he'd rather forget, actually.

"Maybe we could play sometime?"

"You're on <3" Niou grinned. "If you wanna meet new people, maybe we can have a cards comp for the boys' dorm... different games and shit." A win-win situation, no? Sengoku got to meet new people, and Niou got to play. (Not many people accepted a game with him these days, if he asked out of the blue... Couldn't understand why, really <3)

"That's an idea, but you don't want us organizing it~ Besides, no one listens to the new kid anyway," Sengoku reasoned with a cheeky smile, but he knew another lame excuse like that wouldn't cut it. "Or maybe if we had some help..." HInt hint~

"Uh-huh~" Niou chuckled, neglecting to mention that although nobody might listen to the new kid, the new kid's vines seemed to be more than capable of ample persuasion... Apparently a sub-sentient organism in the back of one's mind just didn't cut it sometimes? <3 "What kinda help were y'lookin' for?" the phaser asked, sidestepping perhaps the obvious answer. (Ha, but the thought of Sengoku with a personal aide in the classroom was funny. Though that was neither here nor there.) "I can think of a few likely candidates..."

Aw, the phaser wouldn't bite. Well, let's see. "Hmmm," the redhead hummed, "We were really just thinking of someone to help us get the word out." He paused. "Oh, and they gotta have cards 'cause we don't think one deck's gonna cut it~" Sengoku then hopped up to Niou's side and tugged at the phaser's sleeve like an eager child. "We bet you've got decks up on decks of cards~"

Now how old did the kid think he was, again? Niou’d have to ask, one of these days. But maybe not today, because the point did stand that the phaser had about eight plastic decks swimming around somewhere in his backpack alone. And you could get two decks of the cheap ones at pretty much any 100-yen store… He hmmm’d for a bit.

And grinned. “So, ‘f I get Hanamura’s approval for sticking the fliers up, and print a bunch of ‘em out, you can hand ‘em to people and be the Promotions Manager <3” Heaven forbid Niou commit himself to doing any actual work. Plus, the kid’d just said he wanted to meet new people, hadn’t he..? <3

So Sengoku would be at the frontline while Niou did the background work? "That doesn't sound too bad to us; we could definitely do that." Sengoku didn't seem to mind the thought of pestering people with fliers at all... it was probably the perfect job for him, actually.

He then grinned at the phaser and held up a pinky finger. "Partners in crime~?"

Okay, well maybe scratch that post-it note about asking Sengoku’s mental age. Niou estimated something around eight <3 Despite that, he grinned and held up his own pinky in reciprocation, twining it briefly around the plant mutant’s. “Done deal.”

Two new friends on his first day at Ryuhana. Sengoku had to admit that maybe sticking around wouldn't be such a bad idea at all, since the only real downside seemed to be getting back into schoolwork.

The two mutants soon realized that maaaybe they should head back to campus, or else they'd end up in Hokkaido. Sengoku hadn't been to Hokkaido yet, but perhaps that would be a trip for another day.