A shifting of the seats and the blur of motion beside her had Kanan turning her head to see who had approached, and it was with no small amount of relief that she spotted one of the three with whom she had been speaking before loading the bus. Even with the headphones covering her ears and the music blasting through them, she had a pretty good idea of what the girl... Kyoko, I think-- had asked her, and she nodded her head, waggling her fingers casually at the empty seat to her left.
「どうぞ。」 "Sure, go ahead," she murmured in assent. It seemed the quieter she was, the lower her voice dropped in pitch, sounding even less feminine than it had previously. One hand brushed the long bangs from her face, and her shrewd eyes caught the lip movement of her companion as the girl muttered the word 'playboy.' Somewhat intrigued by the look of disgust Kyoko wore, Kanan turned her head to follow the girl's gaze. Almost immediately, she spotted the newcomer with his garish clothing and bargain bin Casanova attitude, and she smirked, distinctly amused.
Where did that guy come from? ... He kind of reminds me of Takumi...
She slipped the headphones off her ears, dropping them in place around her neck; strains of "Untitled" from the GazettE escaped the speakers, and her fingers crawled into a pocket of her slacks, adjusting the volume dial to allow for conversation. The bassist leaned in slightly, placed the flat of one hand against the corner of her mouth, and muttered quietly, 「彼は著しく愚かなようんだが、彼がしないのかい。」 "He seems remarkably stupid, doesn't he?" Once again, Kanan had used a masculine inflection with the kai at the end of her sentence, rather than the more feminine desu ne, or the gender neutral desu ka, lending more credibility to her androgyny factor. She was still staring at the newcomer, speculation all over her face, mixed with a bit of... was that homesickness? She'd only been in the States for a couple of days, but the presence of this seemingly silly individual and Kyoko's kindness were reminding her more and more of the place she would much rather have been.
「実際に、彼は俺に帰って誰かのほとんどを連想させる。」 "Actually... he sort of reminds me of someone back home," she muttered absently, watching the boy with some interest. Without really thinking about it, perhaps because he called up memories of her friends, she'd used the impolite ore to refer to herself. Idly, her fingers drummed on her thighs, playing along with the song that was barely audible over the din of the students getting settled in for their trip, and only heard in close proximity. She only faintly heard the conversations going on around her, about how Kaori and her seat partner were tired of spending all their time in a girl's school where the only subjects of discussion were boys and clothes, nor the grumbling of the other students, intent on ruining their oral hygiene.
In the back of her head, she was thinking, darkly amused, Huh. Boys and clothes, eh? Guess these schools really aren't so different from home.