Sakuramoria

Seeing that Futaba had changed her attitude and was now more likely to agree to join, Varya shrugged. Indeed, Futaba wasn't the type to *look* like trouble; she *was* trouble. They probably wouldn't become close friends like with Yukka. However, she could be relied upon in a pinch, and this girl wouldn't do anything obviously foolish either. In these times, that was an important advantage. "Okay, I'll go get my things." Varya returned quickly and settled in, remembering to hang a picture on the wall. /Roar, early May -- I'm going to the library./