The irritation was wiped from his face as the pen flowed across the paper, and already his headache was going away. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all, they just got off on the wrong foot. As she handed back the paper he smiled, allowing her to hold onto the pen for the time being.
"I'm terribly sorry. Greyfaces can be major jerks, of was wrong of me to assume it was your fault. Yes, I am a magician, the Super High-School Level Magician, Nagisi Konorona, at your service." He dropped into a low apologetic bow before handing back the notepad, his shoulders lowering and his face relaxing. "Its very nice to meet you, Sumiko. May I ask what your talent is? Does it have anything to go with those brilliant red eyes or cool white hair?" Frankly the combination reminded him of his rabbit friends, and he found them immediately endearing traits.
Sumiko seemed confused at his choice was words, and perhaps maybe a bit amused. Greyfaces? That was a funny term. Was that what they were called? She raised her hands in front of herself and waved off the bow, grinning, and then took the offered notepad.
’Greyfaces? That’s a weird name. Does everyone call them that?’ Once again, Sumiko paused, and then continued writing. ’Magicians are cool. I know a couple of magicians from my troupe, but you’re cooler than they are, I think. Can I call you Nagisi, or is that too forward?’ She looked up at the other for a few moments, scrutinizing his face silently, and then wrote some more. ‘Oh, and I’m Super High School Level Trapezist! I do flips in the air and stuff. You know, like those people in the circus. So no, I guess it doesn’t. Not many people take time to notice that kinda stuff when you’re a gazillion feet in the air doing trustfalls and playing with gravity.’