The New Girl Part 8

>You are Anon, a perfectly normal highschool student.
>And you are currently trying to not get whiplash.
>Easier said than done however, as it seems that Gamagōri's strategy to beating traffic is by not giving a single fuck about "right of way" or "traffic laws".
>As you try to escape herniating yourself on your seatbelt Ryūko sits relaxed and carefree in her seat as if your were traveling at a normal, non-life threatening speed.
>You don't share her optimism.
>You don't know why, but something about flying down the road in a car with two people you met yesterday under incredibly awkward circumstances doesn't feel all that comfortable for you.
>Luckily the trip doesn't last much longer as you soon find yourself at the doorstep of the same imposing building you had arrived at yesterday, albeit with considerably less Italian Olive Garden take out in your pockets.
>Ryūko opens the door and steps inside, you follow suit with the door closing behind you.
>"This time we should be able to get some actual work done." Ryūko says.
Yeah. Actually cellular anatomy might be a good option for-
>Before you can finish your sentence you are knocked off your feet and violently thrown sideways.
>You slide a short distance face down, where your taste buds become intimately acquainted with Kiryūin's floor polish of choice.
>Citrus of some type you reckon, however, you have more important things to do that discern what flavor the floor wax is.
>You've got to figure out what the fuck just happened!
>You quickly get to your feet and turn around to see what just floored your ass.
>You can't quite say what you were expecting, what you weren't expecting however, was a short brown haired girl in a blue and white uniform dress.
>You also weren't expecting her to begin gyrating like Michael J. Fox on speed.
>Despite being what you least expected, they were exactly what you got, along with an incessant stream of nigh indecipherable dialogue.
>"Hi,mynameisMakoMankanshoku!youmustbeRyūko'spartner,iheardyouknockedyourselfoutyesterday,thatmustofbeenreallyembarassing,especiallyinfrontofcompletestrange-!"
>The stream of words spewing from the girl's mouth are abruptly cut off by Ryūko's hand clasping itself over the girl's mouth.
>"Heh, Anon, this is my friend Mako... She's... Easily excitable." Ryūko says with a sheepish grin.

>The last hour or so has gone reasonably well.
>You and Ryūko have figured out the basics for your project.
>Interruptions from Mako have been mild and mostly limited to her babbling on about things only tangentially related to the topic.
>Overall things were going significantly better than yesterday.
>"So it's settled then?"
I suppose so.
>"Alright then, 'Geofront Plausibility and potential Effectiveness' is the subject."
Great. From here we just look at costs and construction concerns and we should be good.
>"Sounds good to me." Ryūko says with a smile. "Gamagōri has family in metalwork so he might be able to help with the cost figures."
Even better!
>With your topic locked in and a possible lead on necessary information you're definitely feeling better about the whole thing.
>Though you were still a tad uneasy about your partner.

>You lie on your bed exhausted after walking home, not wanting to brave your third bout of driving with Gamagōri.
>Motherfucker was imposing as all hell, getting in that car was not something you wanted to do.
>Speaking of things you didn't want to do.
>Cleaning up.
>Your parents weren't that big on tidying up, though they kept things presentable.
>However things were less than orderly, and Ryūko would be coming here tomorrow.
>It seemed fair, you had been to her house twice now after all.
>Unfortunately this meant you couldn't leave your house looking the way it did.
Shit.
>You get up off your bed and stretch your arms briefly.
>As you glance around your room you find yourself lingering on the fabirc scrap in the frame.
>With the lights on it looks significantly less eerie, though something about it still bothers you.
>Pushing the thought from your head you turn your attention back to the task at hand.
Fuck... Why'd I say tomorrow? Now I gotta clean everything up tonight. So it won't be a mess when Ryūko and -
>Just as Ryūko's name escapes your lips the frame crashes to the ground with a heavy thud as it collides with the corner of your dresser.
>The unexpected noise causing you to jump.
SHIT!
>You stare at the frame laying face down on the floor, shards of glass lay around it.
Damnit!
>You lift the frame up off the floor leaving the broken glass and the piece of fabric laying on the ground.
At least the Frame is fine, can always get a new piece of glass for it.
>You put the frame aside and pick up the triangular piece of cloth.
>The eye like pattern seemingly stares at you, and the material itself feels strangely warm.
>You fold the crimson rag up and put it aside with the frame before cleaning up the glass.

>But all the while, you can't help but think about the scrap of fabric.