...Is it edible? |Open!|

[Tsukina Ryuuko]

Ryu-San

Beautiful colors, filled with life, that of plants and little squirming animals. It was a simple aquarium, with a little castle and fake plants, and a whole bunch of angel fish flailing through the bubbling waters. Cute, right? Well, one girl didn't think so. Her face was almost pressed against the glass as her bright eyes seemed to widen childishly, following each movement for the sea animals. While some people might think it was odd for a high school girl to adore fish in a loving sense, any one who knew Ryuuko might know better.

Unfortunately, no one did, and while her gestures showed signs of a naive, young girl trapped in an older body, any assumptions that she liked watching the fish was false. She didn't really find herself fascinated by them, but there was the question of hunger. Although this may seem extremely silly, it was true that her insane antics were often connected to her stomach. Dying her hair blue was simply rebellious, and in this particular scene, does not count.

She pulled away from the cool glass and guililty edged away from the smudges left on its surface, no one had to take interest in her quirky nature, although maybe an observant person may cast her the oddest glance. Taking no mind, Ryuuko wandered around taking little interest in any of the individual displays that surrounded her. It wasn't that she hated it or anything, but her attention span was running on low. In fact, her thoughts had turned to rambles, 'What was I doing here anyway...?'

Oh, right, absolutely nothing. Random sparks of interest came and went, and so how everything went on may have been a bit surprising. Or, maybe not, for she was a small part in the big world, and seemingly not very important. It wasn't long before she sank so deep into thought, that Ryuuko missed a simple step and tripped over someone. Without looking at who it was, a quick apology was muttered and the female started to walk in the other direction. "...Crap. Where's the exit in this place?" Her gaze shot around the room looking for any indication or neon red sign. With the luck that Ryuuko had, well, there wasn't any luck.

Maybe a little bit?