Emiko's blush faded only slightly, though she breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't seem to notice, either that or he didn't say anything about it. "Well, thank you." She said in a whisper-like tone, a slight smile tugging at the ends of her glossy, pink lips. "And I really do look awkward. I fall a lot, I'm only lucky that I don't get bruised very easily. I also move slowly and always end up getting hit in the face somehow. And you should see me whenever I'm doing any sort of magical combat. I just usually stand there or run when possible, most of my battles end in me unconscious." She sighed softly, her slight smile becoming a frown. "Chocolate, by the way. Vanilla is too plain for my likes. Chocolate is one of the best things on earth." She added in a somber tone.
"Oh my gosh, Mag. Tell me, like totally tell me." Daichi said in a mock girly voice, placing a hand on her blanket-covered head. He sighed after about a second, a look of sadness on his face. She didn't seem like she wanted him to know, and he should probably respect her wishes but. . .but. . .he couldn't miss out on knowing, it was her fault for letting that little clue slip, anyway. "Mag, you're my friend. My only friend in a whole school that hates my guts. If you came up to me and said, 'Well, Daichi, I'm going to end your life now' I couldn't find it in my heart to dislike you. If you chopped my head off, I'd still like you, so tell me. . .Come on, if you tell me I'll tell you everything you ask about me. Well, everything you can't read my mind to find." He said, grinning genuinely.