It was a good day as far as Asgeirr Albarn was concerned. His classes were over and he had some time to kill before he had to do anything else. The tall blond leaned against the wall in one of the hallways of Shibusen, hands in his pockets, just waiting. Those who knew him knew exactly what - or rather, who - he was waiting for, and it soon became apparent when he pushed himself off the wall and into the path of a redhead in a black school uniform.

"Spirit!" Asgeirr grinned down at his little brother. "Classes out yet?"

Spirit Albarn, who'd been walking with his head down and hands in his pockets, jerked back in surprise and looked up. "As! Uh, yeah, why?"

"Curious." Asgeirr flashed him a grin and put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him to one side and out of the general traffic flow. "Think you can ditch the weirdo for a while? There's a new place just opened up in the club district I want to show you."

"Don't call my partner that," Spirit snapped reflexively, glowering up at his brother.

Asgeirr just laughed; Spirit had always been easy to rile, and it had just gotten easier when he'd been assigned to Stein. "Fine, fine, but answer the question. Can you?"

Spirit shrugged, still looking miffed. "Probably. He spends all his time in his room anyway, pretty much, I doubt he'd even noti-"

"Great!" Asgeirr interrupted, as though it were settled. "I'll drop by around eight, then, we'll grab some dinner and head out."

"Uh, As, we usually-" Spirit tried to talk, but Asgeirr just waved it away, shooting him a grin.

"Hold that thought," the blond weapon said, and looked over to where a young girl had been standing watching them. "Can I help you, missy?"

The girl marched over, in a way that Asgeirr found entirely too adorable. It was as if she thought she was bigger than she was - she barely came up to his chest. Looked Asian, and younger than Spirit, with her hair in braided pigtails and dark eyes glaring almost challengingly up at him from behind a pair of glasses. "You're a weapon, right?" she demanded.

Asgeirr blinked at her, then nodded. "yeah, why?"

"D'you have a meister?"

"No…" As could see where the conversation was going already, and couldn't quite keep an amused smile off his face. Well, at least she was up front about things.

The girl nodded to herself, as though pleased, then said about what Asgeirr had been expecting. "I need a weapon, you need a meister. Let's pair up."

The tall blond looked the girl up and down appraisingly. She had spunk, he had to give her that, and she was all but glaring at him as though daring him to say no. Turning away from his all-but-forgotten little brother - who looked irritated but unsurprised by the turn of events - Asgeirr gave the girl a teasing smirk. "We'll see if you can handle me," he said, his voice just smooth enough to add a double-meaning to his words.

As if on cue, the girl's face went bright red, and Asgeirr had to fight to keep from laughing. Another easy mark…oh, she'd be fun. "Gym's this way," he added, jerking his head in the general direction of down the hall and heading off.

Behind him he heard the girl stutter a moment before managing to speak. "R-r…Right!" Quick footsteps followed him, and soon she was walking beside him, staring straight forward and apparently trying to look like she wasn't blushing at all. Too cute.

"By the way. Asgeirr Albarn," he introduced himself, glancing down at her. "And you would be…?"

"Nakamu-…um. Kamie. Nakamura."

"Japanese, huh? Well, welcome to the States, Kamie Nakamura." Asgeirr glanced down at her and flashed another smirk as they entered the gym. "Let's get to know each other, shall we?"