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[kitahoshi]

"Oh, okay!" The girl let out another girlish giggle, "I was scared!" A genuine smile appeared across her face. It was one where her eyes seemed to close and her white teeth sparkled like pearls. Kita started to let her slender fingers trace the rim of her glass, which was now almost completely empty. She was very fortunate to meet such kind people at the school on and off campus. Back home, people would quickly shut you out just because you were slightly darker than them or your eyes were lighter than black. Their victim would be cornered with everyone in the classroom against them. But not here. The entire school would never be against you here.

Once again, Kita turned her head and let her eyes wander on Blake's face. It seemed so perfect, so flawless. Her lips curled gently, "So are you from America?" Everything he had said and his accent finally connected in her mind. The girl was a bit slow at times. This was the biggest factor to leading people to believe she wasn't one of the brightest girls. In fact, she was rather brilliant, just lacking in common sense and such.

[xmindfreak]

<sub>Bringing up one of his hands to cup his chin slightly, Blake continued to watch her, his demeanour wordless and mildly aloof. Not really having much to say to her on that topic, he merely shrugged, eyes sparkling slightly. He, on the other hand, found the people in America to be much more judgemental and such than back home in England. Sure, people on the high streets of London had more attitude and were much more prejudice, but these Americans were so…so…blunt? No, that’s not the right word. Just…disrespectful.

“America? No, I was born in Europe and raised in London. You?” Lowering his hand slightly, Blake spoke his words softly, curiosity biting at his voice again. Raising both of his thin eyebrows at this, the English magician finally let his hand fall back onto his lap, lightly resting on his thigh.</sub>

[kitahoshi]

Though her head was facing Blake, it tilted towards the side as her eyes observed her fingers skimming the edge of the glass. "Japan," her voice was soft. It seemed as though she were singing a lullaby to a sleeping child. My, her eyes were jumpy tonight; they were focus once more on the boy, "I was born and raised in Osaka."

Everything she knew and loved was in that city. All her memories, her friends, her family... It sometimes felt as though they were not even on the same planet. It felt strange leaving the small island to come to a place where she had nothing to hold onto. But she did and she was beginning to find the people needed to be comfortable.

Kita swung her stool so that her whole body faced Blake. Her legs were pushed neatly together and her hands curled into fists that sat in her lap. A soft smile sat upon her face as she began to speak in a sing-song tune, "What is it like in England?"

[xmindfreak]

<sub>“Japan? Wow. Is it as beautiful there as everyone says it is?” Tilting his head to the side slightly, Blake watched wordlessly at Kita’s jumping eyes and gazes. Twisting his legs into more of a mess around the bottom of his stool, he continued to silently watch her, his eyes following her every movement. Placing one of his hands onto the dark granite of the countertop, the English male finally let his eyes move away from Kita and onto the most recent of the burns on the top of his hand. Following the long, blistering trail of the red scar, he turned to look at her again, shrugging at her question.

What was England like? Horrid. What was London like? Well, Blake couldn’t really explain his love for the hustle and bustle of that city. It was similar to New York City in many ways; the constant night life, the never-ending parties and over population. But the aura of Britain was different than in America. Many things were similar, yes. But the culture was different. The people. The way they acted. Their clothing. Everything.

“England is…a lot like it is here. It’s more the culture that’s different than America. The people are more loud-spoken and the entire city has too much attitude for its own good.” Smirking slightly at a few memories, he rested his chin on his palm, looking over to Kita. “What about Osaka?”</sub>

[kitahoshi]

"Osaka?" Kita placed one of her slender fingers on her bottom lip and faced her attention upwards, thinking, "Osaka is very busy. It never goes to sleep. The streets and subways are always crowded with business people and students. At night, there are drunken students and gang people walking around." With her head still tilted upwards, her eyes turned to the boy once again as a mischievous smile appeared on her face, "But it has its good and bads. It depends on the person, I guess."

Her finger dropped from her lip into her lap as another began to draw invisible pictures on the counter, "The one thing I never liked about Osaka was that I could never see the stars and the moon was pale against all the lights." As she watched her finger slide about the counter, they moved slowly to focus on Blake's hands.

"Are you okay?!" Kita panicked; these things did frighten her. Her hands were in a position where they were close to her mouth. Her eyes grew bigger and rounder, "What... happened?"

{ooc: I'm sorry it took so long!}

[xmindfreak]

<sub>“Oh, yeah?” Nodding at her description of her home town, Blake shrugged, meeting her gaze with his bi-colored eyes. “Sounds similar to London, in those sorts of way anyways.” His tone short, almost forced, he let his mind wander back a few months to his final weeks living in inner-London. He had partied harder than he ever had before in his entire life. Something he hated to talk about; even his own father didn’t know about. The ways Blake acted while in London were complete opposites to what he was now. He was much more confident back then, even eight months ago, when he first came to live in America. He commanded much of the party scene. Drugs had become a lifeline. As did violence and alcohol. After being arrested for the second time and suspended for fighting, his father had actually lay down the law.

Ever wonder why he had originally moved to California? It wasn’t for the career opportunities like he insisted. No, Victor had moved here because of his son. The son who was going down an uncontrollable path, quickly head for a psychotic break down.

“That’s very….romantic.” Tilting his pale head to the side, looking at her with his thin, colorless face. Hearing her exclamations, he looked down at the burnt, broken and scarred hands that had becomes his own. Curling his left one into a light fist, the unnaturally long fingers touching one of the more recent burns lightly, he sighed softly. Another thing he hated to talk about. “I had a few accidents when I was learning new magic tricks.”

|ooc| It's cool ^^.</sub>

[kitahoshi]

Kita gasped, "Magic tricks?" The girl always enjoyed watching the awing and mind-boggling spectacles. Not once did she think that such marvelous things could cause painful damage. Of course, it did happen every now and then but Kita had only heard of minor mishaps where the animals escaped but none were injured.

The girl's eyes were still focused on Blake's hands, "Did it hurt?" Of course, it probably hurt. But it made no matter to Kita. She was still a bit naive and carried a child-like innocence about her; even if she did things that a child never knew of. Her eyes continued to watch the boy's hand as she waited silently in the pulsing air.

{ooc: I'm sorry, I'm really out of it.}