[It was impressive, but there was one or two things about the whole display that rubbed her the wrong way. For starters, tobacco was very much not cool around her, but secondly... 'kid?' She was 18 for cripes sake.]
[None of that showed through in conversation, of course.]
Makoto Niijima. My name is Makoto Niijima. And I guess you don't mind if I call you Baiken-san?
[With her coarse nature and rough mannerisms, Makoto had a feeling she already knew the answer to that.]
no subject
[None of that showed through in conversation, of course.]
Makoto Niijima. My name is Makoto Niijima. And I guess you don't mind if I call you Baiken-san?
[With her coarse nature and rough mannerisms, Makoto had a feeling she already knew the answer to that.]