Disclaimer: Star Driver is mine? Ahaha, that's a funny joke.
So for all intents and purposes, let's just say that Head can't tell between Mizuno and Marino and that they can't guess that Mizuno is the West Maiden because they're not very smart.
Head knew the identity behind Manticore's mask. You Marino.
As he leaned against the railing on the balcony, he noticed a pink mop of hair down below. Smirking, he calmly strode down to greet the girl personally. Of course, he knew how he was going to get information out of her. She was probably protecting the West Maiden.
When he approached her, he tapped her on the shoulder so that she would turn around. Upon her turning around, he made the sideways V-sign and positioned his hand next to his face. "Glittering Crux!"
The girl merely stared at him blankly. "What? What's that? Are you drunk? You don't seem to be though . . . Oh, is that a slogan for a product you're trying to sell or something? It's not very effective if you just go up to random people and yell it in their faces . . . Ah, I know!" Here she turned to the bird that was eating crumbs lying next to her. "Mr. Bird here can tell you how to do it right!"
At a loss for words, Head mumbled incoherent gibberish under his breath as he continued to stare at her. Never before had he failed at identifying Glittering Crux's members.
"Don't worry! Mr. Bird says that you should describe the product. Wait, mister, are you still there?" She was waving her hand in his face.
Snapping back to reality, he smoothed out his purple hair before looking at her calmly again. "Just a moment. Exactly who are you?"
"Ah, me? I'm Mizuno. But anyways, about Mr. Bird . . ."
What. Is. This.
With that, Head just rubbed his temples and left.
This is a piece of crap. I'm stressed and at my breaking point. I haven't posted a story in two years. So there. Written in five minutes.