Poster Child//Closed

The hallways of Foresta Academy were generally warm during this season being that it was usually quite chilly outside. On the ordinary occasion heat from the ventilation system kept the halls this way, but not this day. Sandra was wandering the halls this day around an hour after classes had finished. Sandra’s body was absorbing most of the heat that lingered around every area she passed. It might seem strange to those she passed by as they would be comfortably warm one moment and the next they would feel a tingle of cold air around them. She didn’t really mean to disrupt anybody, in fact she wore a large fuzzy hoodie hoping that it would be enough to keep her warm and avoid such tampering. She figured everyone could handle a slight temperature drop.

Sandra had a large grin slapped across her face, expressing the joy she currently felt. She stopped at a blank wall away from the larger crowds that took up the hall. She pulled a sheet of paper that was tucked under her armpit along with a large stack of the same paper. Her other hand was digging through her hoodie pocket searching for a roll of scotch tape. Once both were in hand and directed towards the wall, she slammed the poster onto the wall and pulled off a couple of strands of tape. She attached the poster to the wall and continued to walk searching for the next area where another of her posters would feel appropriate.

The poster itself was an invitation to a movie screening she put together herself. Why? Because this school did not have such an event planned for anywhere in the near future and the island itself had no movie theaters. She felt this was the only way she could get people into watching some classic films such as ‘Silent Night Deadly Night’. As well this was the perfect way to introduce herself to the school being that she only arrived here a couple of days ago.

Jiro Suzuki was standing propped up against a wall in the entrance hall, reading a large book with a glossy red cover.
"...A typical neutron star is about 1.4 times as massive as the sun, just around the Chandrasekhar limit, crushed into a perfect sphere 20 kilometres (12 miles) across. Neutron star matter is so dense that just one sugar cube of it would weigh more than Mount Everest here on Earth..."
He shivered somewhat as a girl about the same height as himself walked past, wearing a thick jumper. He peeked cautiously out from the wide pages, up at the students around him. Jiro knew he'd been looking too much into his astro-physics when he thought of the girl being a black-hole. Maybe he should start looking at computer coding again. Or creepy crawlies. They never ceased to fascinate.
Jiro tried to get back to his reading. "...The anatomy of..." He couldn't concentrate. His mind was too intrigued by that girl to be able to focus on his science. Jiro couldn't help it, but he really wanted to now how she had done that cold-ness thing. He forced his eyes back to the page. "...Anatomy of neutron stars is still being...intensively researched..." He tried to read again. "...researched, but they are far more...more complex than...than just a...a ball of...ball of..."
Jiro looked over at the page number, memorized it and snapped the covers shut in his hand.
He pushed off the wall, walking after this girl. This was completely against everything his father had taught him, and he heard Suzuki Shinji's voice in his head now. "Musoku, don't go after things you don't understand. You know about the KenSai, and what they've done round here." Jiro hadn't needed reminding of the damage KenSai could cause. "So don't approach if you're not sure, understand me, kodomo-bo? Be careful around other KenSai at this academy; you never know what the damned chikusho-basa will want."
Jiro had nearly caught up as the girl stopped and scotch-taped a poster to the wall. He managed to get close enough to read the poster over her shoulder as she finished sticking it up.
A movie night? Awesome. He thought one of the films mentioned was one his brother had watched and shown him, except he hadn't understood English at that point, so any enjoyment had been rather limited.
"Konnichi wa...oh, er, herro, sempai." He corrected himself quickly. "Can I herp you with those?"

Sandra’s search was quickly halted by the noise of another who sounded to be nearby behind her. She stuffed her roll of tape back into her fluffy pocket and turned around to see whom it was that was talking to her. It was an Oriental man who was not greatly taller than her. His nationality came to no surprise to her due to his speech impediment. She couldn’t help but to silently giggle at the way he spoke as she was not aware that people outside of Godfrey Ho films actually spoke like that. It just seemed too silly to be true in her mind.

“Hello!” she perkily responded to the man immediately after he finished speaking. “You sure can help” she continued as she reached for the papers she had wedged under her arm. It was quite lucky that someone took interest into her little operation, it was better that someone approached her for the job instead of the other way around, she wasn’t sure how many people would be hyped for such an offering. With two people she could definitely cover more ground in much less time, though his motivation behind helping her was unclear. Maybe he was just a friendly type of person, what kind of world does one have to live in to infer that anyone willing to help wanted something?

Sandra held the papers close to her as she began numbering how many she had left. Her thinly mitted fingers skimmed through the pages quickly and she separated the posters into two evenly numbered piles. She placed one pile back into her armpit while she held out the other for the man to grab. “You interested in my movie night?” She asked as she waited for the man to take the stack of posters she directed towards him. “Sorry to disappoint, but there's no Godzilla” she playfully joked although some might take that in bad taste. Hopefully he didn’t or else she’d lose a helper in record timing.

The longer she stood stationary quicker the heat in the air thinned. She couldn’t really feel the temperature drop, but somebody else might. It probably wasn’t all too noticeable until the twenty seconds mark where the temperature around her dropped about 3 or 4 degrees (Fahrenheit).

"I said the wrong thing, I think." Okay, sure, he was guessing here, but after starting off in Japanese, he probably had.
"Yes. I..I..." He couldn't really explain the feeling in English, so he just summed up. "Movie-nights never go amiss."
Is this girl one of those people who assumes we only watch monster-movies and martial-arts films? Oh no, Gojira...clearly chosen on purpose. Why do foreigners, well, I guess natives, always assume we like Gojira?
Jiro took the wad of posters from the girl’s hand while answering.
"That's fine. I never rearry riked Gojira, er, Godzirra, anyways.” The difference his correction made was minuscule.
"And I'd take anime over monster-movies any day. I find it sirry how non-Japanese think arru we watch is kung-fu firms, and monster firms, and think we are arru ninjas. Can you imagine me being a ninja?” Jiro doubted anyone could. The only thing he had similar to any typical ninja-assassins was being from the Orient. He couldn't do all that vanishing-stuff, and he certainly wasn't fit enough to pull any of those stunts.
“Do you mind if I know the furru rist of firms you show? Just I want to know how much food I bring. Popcorn and such.”
Yes, he could have read it from the poster, but he only thought of this after the words had left his mouth.
Jiro shivered again. This girl really did seem to be affecting the temperature somehow. He thought it was a pretty pointless Gifuto really; the ability to drain heat.
He noted how thick her jumper was. No-one had moved the thermostat, right? Assuming there was one round here; it wouldn't surprise him if some KenSai could regulate the temperatures around the building. Anyways, it was plenty warm in here, and he couldn't see why anyone, except possibly people who lived in Death Valley, would still need such thick clothes on unless it was something to do with their Gifuto.
That had to have something to do with the chill around her, and Jiro couldn't help wanting to figure it out.
"And where are we putting these?" He gestured to the posters in his hands.

The man seemed to have a really tough time trying to speak English; maybe lightly teasing him about it was not the best course of action. “No, no, I was able to mostly understand what you said” Sandra reassured the boy after he second guessed himself. Perhaps she should try to speak more basic English to try and avoid alienated him with slang terms or large words. She wasn’t sure how well she was going to keep herself in line with such a rule.

It didn’t really surprise her that he wasn’t a Godzilla fan (he looked more like a Gamera elitist anyway). Perhaps he didn’t think of it too much as a joke. “It doesn’t matter what nationality you are, how could you not be a big G-fan? Those movies have more entertainment value than anything out in the cinemas now a days.” She took a well detailed look at the man after he asked if he could fit the title of a ninja. He did not radiate muscle, so she couldn’t really imagine him trying to perform kung-fu moves. However he could be good at sneaking around and blending into the scenery, but she had no example of his physical ability to make that judgement. Although with his size he would not make a very threatening assassin. “I could imagine you with buck teeth and a rice hat if we’re playing the race card.”

The man asked for the list of movies that were playing, it was quite obvious since it was labeled on the poster, but given the fact he could barely speak English she could imagine that his ability to read it was not much greater. “Of course, I’ve chosen to show the entire ‘Silent Night Deadly Night’ franchise. Christmas may be over, but I’m sure some people should still have enough spirit to watch a man go on a murder spree while wearing a Santa Claus suit. I’m still debating on whether or not I should show any of the ones after the second film because they quickly go downhill after that one…” She stated as her words descended into thought. “Two films for sure though and their runtimes are about 80 minutes each I believe.”

Sandra looked down at the posters her helper was pointing at. “Oh, just put those wherever, just as long as their spread out from each other. Don’t put them right next to each other.” she lightly ordered. She quickly reached back into her pocket as if she had almost forgotten about something, which she did. “Wait! You’re going to need tape” she announced as pulled her roll of tape out in front of her. She made a slight frown at the roll as she tried to think of how they were going to share the tape. There were many different ways they could do that, but she wasn’t sure how they could both do this without one of them relying on the other to provide the other with tape. They could always split it in half, but she had nothing to cut the roll with. “So, uh, you got any tape on you?”

Jiro frowned a little, but it was hard to detect under the black mess that made up his hair. "mostly"? Rather gives the impression of under exaggeration in my book. She probably sees me like a bumbling tourist and I'll never learn enough English if people don't push me, if they see me like that.
"It's so unrikery. How courd something that big go unnoticed for so rong? Sixty-five mirrion years, at reast, and no-one sees it. No one even notices it when he gets hit by a...n..." He couldn't remember the word. "kakuheiki. Most scientists are very precise; I think they wourd see it.
"Anyways, I prefer scientificarry accurate media, such as this." He held up his book, Wonders of the Universe. "I'd take this over dodgy effects any day."
The girl's response stumped Jiro for a second. He was trying to point out how daft the stereotypes were, not get lumped with another one. "Buck teeth? Rike a beaver?" He thought that was the right word, and he thought he had understood correctly. What would make her think of that? Admittedly, it was more likely than him being a secret ninja, but that sure was a weird way to take it.
"I have a feering you wourd rearry rike death note. Rots of murdering there." It was one of his favourite animes of all time, and if she saw people getting murdered as festive, Jiro was sure this girl would love the series, particularly the second half.
2 hours forty minutes' worth... That's quite a lot of popcorn. I might just stick to chocolate.
"You say you have chosen to show the "entire franchise" but then say you are torn between that and just two. I wourd say you have not chosen yet. And, quarity over quantity."
Jiro nodded as the girl replied, and watched her thinking, wondering at what point she would ask if he had some tape himself. He replied almost instantaneously after she asked.
"No tape, sorry. However, I think I can find a way to cope."
He rummaged through his pockets, looking for the small tin of honey he had finished earlier, but he couldn't find it. He even slung his bag off his shoulder and searched through there.
"Huh. Do you have any metaru?"

The man created an argument against the Godzilla movies, that was not a wise choice on his part considering his argument proved how little he knew about the films. Sandra is one to fight for a film and usually does not let anyone defeat her on the verbal battlefield. She expressed a bit of an irked frown at the man’s statement. She shortly gazed at the book he had pointed out to her, displaying that he was more interested in science rather than science fiction. She personally preferred the fake movie science as it was more creative and interesting than that of the real world.

“First of all, Godzilla was not the size of a skyscraper before he was mutated by the H-bomb. Second, he lived on a remote island that was uninhabited by people. Thirdly, the original film took place during the 50’s and scientists did not have very advanced equipment during that time. No one ever went looking for a dinosaur, so how exactly was anyone going to find one?” she blurted out as quickly as she could surprisingly without stumbling over her words. Her tone wasn’t exactly an angry one, but more so a slightly peeved one.

The boy’s thick accent still bothered her quite a bit. It was a huge distraction from whatever he was saying. It was so odd to believe that his accent was real because it almost seemed like he came right out of a propaganda flick minus the fu-Manchu mustache. “Yes like a beaver. I suppose that sort of comparison would be lost on your culture as that is largely an old American stereotype.”

The man’s recommendation made her smirk a little bit. “Dude, that’s a huge stretch. I like slasher movies, but that doesn’t mean I’ll always like something with gore. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still check it out, but a large body count doesn’t sway me one way or the other.” She mentally reminded herself about that commitment she made a little while earlier about not speaking with slang words. Apparently she was not going through with that.

“The poster says I’ll be showing the entire franchise, but really I could show the first two and no one would really notice. By technicality the fourth and fifth movie shouldn’t even be considered part of the franchise since they’re ‘in name only’ sequels. The third one is a bore, so not showing it will be a huge favour for the audience.”

The man asked if she had any metal on her. It was an odd request to make, but she searched her pockets for anything anyway. She found nothing just as she suspected. “Sorry, I must have left my paper clip collection back at my room” she joked in a legitimate and subtle tone.

Why did Jiro feel so bad about getting his facts wrong? Okay, maybe his brother would need a decent punishment when they next met, for miss-informing him, but that wasn't it.
"No one went rooking for..." He milled around, searching for the correct word. "P...P..." It wasn't worth it. "That creaning thing, and I think a tiny chemicaru is a rittre harder to rook for than a dinosaur." He made a few hand gestures during this, as best as he could with all the stuff he was holding, fingers and thumb held right next to each other when he said "tiny" and arms as far apart as he could reach for "dinosaur." "Besides, I don't think fusion, at least with “H”, is capabre of producing anything other than..." They teach me how to talk about pets, but don't bother with science. Someone on that course deserves the sack. "The simprest erements, up to tanso, number 6, and to create that much scary beast you would need to go to tetsu, number 26. Unress you have some wonder chemicaru that can exprain how Gojira wourd have gained so much compricated mass from a fusion reaction, it makes no sense." He pointed at the book again. Don't believe me? Read it.
Good, good, at least he was correct on that front. “I think you mean China.” It wasn't so much of a stereotype over in the orient, but Jiro had seen enough foreign media to know that most of the people with rice hats and buck teeth were Chinese stereotypes. “I am Japanese. The easiest way to terru between us is the accent. Japanese has one character for both “r” and “rl”.” Jiro had genuinely tried to make an “l” sound there. “While Chinese has two. More you know.” So she probably didn't want to know that, but the less people who thought he was Chinese or Korean, the better. Even if it mean coming off as a total linguistics nerd (which he wasn't).
Okay, if "franchise" had been bad enough, that was no comparison to that torrent of English. "Audience"? "Technicality"? "Gore"? "Body count"? "Slasher movies"?
He should really start carrying his dictionary around again, in case these kinds of words turned up. At least she wasn't stopping herself speaking naturally just because he was foreign. Without thinking he was already using his Gifts to search the internet for these words, making full use of his phone.
“Gore? In death note?” How gory can writing someone’s name in a book be? I’d be more concerned with Ryuk’s face than with any gore.
Jiro didn't like how this girl was thinking. There were five movies, she said she was going to play all of them, but had decided to only screen two? That sounded like cheating to him, or lying, or something.
"You have a paper-crip corlection? That wourd be brirliant!" Wait...had she used sarcasm? Probably. Oh well, he could cope. It might be a little harder, but he could make his own metal.
It would just take a few seconds to work this out. He came up with something that looked like a weaponized projectile staple-gun, which formed over his left hand.
"I think that's that sorted."

Sandra tried her best to try to understand what the boy was saying and up to this point she hadn’t really had that much difficulty. Then he tried to make a counter argument through scientific terms, which did not make any sense to her. She isn’t exactly that dense when it comes to science, but she was quite sure that the terms he was using were not English. Though she was able to catch the gist of it, basically how could a dinosaur be transformed into Godzilla through radiation, although that may not be entirely correct. It was the typical nitpick one would make in an argument against Godzilla and it was a worthless one at that. He again pointed at his science book to try and prove a point. She laughed internally as she lightly shook her head. “You know what you’re right. I’m sorry that a near sixty year old sci-fi monster movie isn’t one hundred percent scientifically accurate and that the writers never got their facts from the Manhattan project team. That is totally the film’s fault, therefore zero stars” she sarcastically spoke while making a ‘thumbs down’ gesture.

The boy could easily be right about her mixing up the Japanese and Chinese stereotypes. Sandra was sure that she had seen a Bugs Bunny cartoon that displayed a Japanese soldier in the way that she had described earlier, but it wasn’t really an argument worth pursuing any further. She was genuinely intrigued by his explain of the two accents however.

The man questioned her statement about gore in death note as if she knew what it was about. “What? I’ve never watched the show and/or movie how am I supposed know? You said there was a lot of death, so I assumed there was at least some kind of gore.” ‘If there was a lot of death and no bloodshed that would be strange.’

Sandra gave the man’s right hand an odd stare as it formed itself into some sort of metal contraption. She was well aware that this school was home of many strange people with many different powers and abilities, but that did not make this situation seem any less peculiar. The man expressed that the problem was solved, even though she wasn’t sure what his hand turning into metal had anything to do with this. “You know, we could have gotten more tape. I think turning your hand into a gun is a bit overkill…”

Jiro was somewhat satisfied with the girl’s response now. He wasn't too sure what “Manhattan project” was, but he had a feeling it wasn't good, despite the implications of what the girl said. He also didn’t like how it seemed to be connected to nucleur fusion. “I think it shourd be “no stars”. And I wourdn’t have been that harsh anyways. If it kept fan-girls and boys off the street for a whire, it can’t be entirery bad.” The less whining, cos-playing, fans wandering through Tokyo; the better. “Maybe one or two stars.”
“You just made it sound rike you thought it did, that’s arru, sempai. I didn’t say there was absorutery none at arru. Arso, I think you meant the infinitive “to know” there.”
Were staple-guns considered weapons over here? The most he knew they could do to a person was stapling through the skin between thumb and fore-finger, and that normally healed within a few weeks. Jiro thought it was Scandinavia that was overly restraining like that, not the US. In winter it was illegal in Sweden to complain about the weather and say you wished it were sunnier, but apparently not being allowed to staple things up? That was a new low. A real gun was allowed, however. Some of the guys who came up with Western law deserved the sack, a.s.a.p.
“You think this is a gun? Two main differences; Guns have burlets, stapre-guns have stapres.” That was so painfully obvious that just saying it himself made Jiro want to face-palm. “Guns can kirra, the most these can do is give you two tiny cuts.” That’s assuming no two-year-olds are going to try eating them. “And this is my modified version; the normaru one is even ress dangerous.” He knew he must have sounded somewhat patronizing, but her reaction had called for it, even if she was meant to be respected from her greater experience. At least, Jiro had assumed she was more experienced.
Jiro started checking it was formed correctly in his head, diverting his gaze down to his hand. After saying that, he didn't want it to explode on him or something (as he had had enough experience with at home, admittedly with larger, more destructive Mechs which usually resulted in a good amount of the furniture getting scorch-marks). The last thing he wanted was to have accidentally turned it into a flame-thrower or something. “Besides stapre-guns are way more fun than tape.” The only fault he could find was that it looked a bit too clunky, but it wasn't worth all the effort refining the design for putting up posters.

Sandra usually couldn’t stand to hear the original Gojira be rated for less than two stars as it was not the hokey giant monster flick that everyone would expect out of a Godzilla movie, but obviously he hadn’t watched it yet so she let it slide for now. Besides she was getting a bit too territorial with her replies to the man. “Eck, I suppose I should apologize for being a little nasty. I tend to get fairly defensive over stuff like that, but I don’t tend to apologize much so don’t expect to hear me use that word much more after this usage.” It was nearly unheard of that she would apologize to one she labeled as nitpicker as well, that was usually her common enemy.

Sandra looked back at the ‘stapler gun’ as the man questioned if she really thought it was gun. Small, featureless, and metallic are terms she would normally associate with that of a gun. It did not have many distinctive features to it that suggested it was a stapler, so her guess at it was as good as any wandering person who would only catch a glimpse at it. “Dude, it’s a small metal slab, I could go on for days listing other items it looks like before I could give you the correct answer.” She had to disagree with his statement on the staple gun. Sure it might not be able to kill you, but Sandra could imagine several different ways one could wound themselves badly with it. Some of them were more imaginative than others, but still valid.

“Have you ever had a staple penetrate your skin? Sure it won’t kill you, but I can safely say that it will still hurt like hell” she stated bluntly. She wasn’t exactly scared of the man actually hurting anyone, she was more so thinking that a staple gun was a bit much for just putting up posters. Besides a staple leaves holes in the wall which someone might get upset over, not her, but assuredly whoever has to take these posters down after was not going to pleased. “But whatever, by all means, do it however you like” she was quite sincere with her statement because how the posters were put up did not matter to her as long as they were noticeable by those passing by.

Jiro frowned a little. What is she even apologizing for? She didn't pinch my cake or slap me in the face or anything. “Then save it for when it counts, because I don’t even know why you’re aporogizing.”
“There are that many smarl metaru items? How do you get so many of them? I can’t think of more than about ten.” Okay, admittedly that was ten English words for metal gadgets, but even in Japanese it wouldn’t be very many.
“I know it hurts rike herru, but there are way worse things out there.” His mind wandered to the accident that had given him his gifts. It would be hard to rival that. It was probably the biggest event of his childhood and all he could really remember was sheer agonizing pain. He wrenched his thoughts away before he started losing control. He did not want this to fail and for small metal strips to fly all over the entrance hall. He didn't think that would help his popularity.
“Hey, so how do I get to the film?” He hadn't been here for more than a few weeks, so he really didn't know his way around very well. Normally being able to find his way to the dining hall, his dorm and his classes was enough. Jiro was sure this girl wasn't in his dorm, as he’d have seen her (probably), and thus had no idea how to get to the movie night. He assumed it was in her dorm, he hadn't exactly been reading very carefully, and there was still a lot of English he didn't understand.
These last two thoughts clicked in Jiro’s head now, forming an accurate image which he was surprised he hadn't noted before. This girl was also searching for popularity, which meant she either had just come out of her shell, or she was new here. He couldn't imagine her staying as a complete recluse for long enough to merit the first reason, so that meant she probably didn't have too much of an idea of the way around either.
As he was thinking, Jiro looked around the hall, trying to find another spot for a poster.
“No objections to horles, then?” Jiro knew any holes he would create wouldn't be too big. After all, he would be able to control the metal, stop it making any horrible gashes in the wall or anything, but she didn't know that. All he knew she knew he could do was produce office stationary from his fist.

Sandra returned a confused sort of glare at the man when he asked for reason behind her apology. That was not exactly a response she was expecting to come out of him. “Dude, for the first few seconds I’ve known you for I’ve been forcing my opinions over your own. Does that not bother you?” Her question towards the man brought up another question directed to herself, was the boy an oddity for that reason or had she been hanging around the wrong sort of crowd before now. Her views were usually seen as invalid among most of the people she used to know which would explain her quickness to defend. Was her mindset on human nature that twisted?

Sandra began to name out all the items that she could think of that looked similar in appearance to a staple gun in her head and came to the conclusion that the man was probably right about how many small metals items there were. “Okay, maybe I over exaggerated a little bit. It doesn’t change the fact someone could easily mistake it for something else” she leisurely admitted. “And just because there are worse things that does not mean you should under mind what you’ve got.” She pulled herself back for a moment and then continued “Then again you probably know what you’re doing, so I shouldn’t nag you about it.”

The boy asked where the film was at and how he could get to it. This displayed once again that he couldn’t read English well and that he was quite unfamiliar with the school. The layout of the school was also something she was uncertain about, but she still had a decent amount of knowledge based on landmarks such as classrooms. “Well, I rented out the auditorium since it wasn’t really going to be in use for a while. Its located…” she peered down the hallway opposite to the entrance door and adjusted her large glasses as she did so. “… From here it is quite far and you might not remember all of the directions. Although it isn’t terribly far from the dorms, I’d say it would be down the hall a bit. Just follow the numbers on the doors until you arrive at room A224.” “However, if the turn out isn’t too large and only one to three people show up I might just move it to my room instead. I’m not sure how many people might be able to handle the heat in my room though.”

As the man searched for a location he asked her if she’d be alright with him putting holes into the walls. “It’s not my problem until someone’s barking at my door, if it doesn’t bother you then you could go ahead and do it”

“I thought you were correcting me. Besides, I think an aprogy shourd be saved for things that peopre care about, and compared to other things, I don’t think that’s a big dearu. If you want me to be mad, I can do that…” Okay, he was pretty sure he couldn’t. Being angry just didn't work inside his head. Argumentative- yes, annoying- yes, nerdy-yes, but angry was a no-no. “If you aporogze often, then sure, I courd understand being annoyed, but if you don’t, it shourd be for something bigger than trying to give peopre knowledge.” It wasn’t unreasonable of him to think she was trying to help his understanding. If he hadn't thought that, then he probably would have been a bit annoyed, yes.
Jiro wanted to ask how she defined “little” and “over-exaggerate” because she had seemed a long way out, but he wasn't sure that was really appropriate.
Jiro thought this girl would really hate his father. “That wasn't what I was saying. I just mean it is a big…gap between the two. It’s like…putting farling over on a field to farling over at the top of the sky-tree together. Sure there’s a hazard, but it’s not so bad.” He did see her point, even if he felt the need to clarify like that.
“Oh, okay, thank you.” He vaguely remembered passing that room a few times, and he was glad to know what was in there now. However, Jiro felt that he probably looked a little stupid in his inability to read (again!), so he explained further. “Normarly we have a different writing system for foreign words; we don’t have to bother with stupid romaji. Romaji is a pain in…” Maybe it wouldn't be best to insult the English alphabet further.
Jiro was slightly puzzled by the girl’s penultimate comment. He was still curious as to why it was so much colder around her, and that didn't really help him figure it out. Maybe it had to be so warm, judging by her description, because otherwise she’d make it uncomfortably cold? She seemed to be suffering from the cold too, if the thickness of her clothes was anything to go by. From what Jiro could tell, her Gifuto must be pretty strange, but he couldn't really speak on that front. “Do you mind if I ask why you don’t just turn the temperature down?”
Jiro nodded. “It doesn't bother me..” Besides, the image of a load of students jumping around like dogs in his head took away from any actual implications of the statement. He looked at the papers again, which were held on top of his book, inspecting the size.

“Well, I don’t exactly have a feel for your sort of mindset yet. For all I know what I did say could have offended you in some way. I just don’t want you to feel an overwhelming amount of discomfort because of some little debate.” Besides he did bring at least a form of thoughtful argument and she completely shot it down. She did find some sort of humor to the man’s next statement. “Just because I don’t apologize often that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t provide one when it is completely called for. I don’t turn a counter on after I’ve made an apology and avoid using the word until the timer runs out. I was just saying don’t expect to hear me say I’m sorry over a miniscule argument such as the one that passed.” She was definitely considering the fact that she was not able to make her thoughts into very clear statements.

Most of what else the man said didn’t really need to be followed up upon, she listened anyway. It seemed like most of what he said was becoming easier to comprehend, maybe she had been around him long enough to get accustomed to his speech impediment.

Sandra didn’t really pick up upon what she had said to be kind of out of place, but once the boy made note of it she realized that it may have seemed a bit odd of a statement. Though, the man should probably expect odd statements to fit the norm of this place given its reputation. “If I turn the temperature down that would easily put my life at risk” she stated swiftly. She realized that that was probably too ambiguous to leave off on so she continued quickly afterward. “It would put my life at risk because my body absorbs heat instead of creating its own. In turn I have to keep my body within a very warm environment in order to stay alive” she wasn’t entirely confident in her words as she thought that that was a completely butchered version of how her powers were explained to her, but that was truly the best of her knowledge when it came to how her body functioned.