...oh, dear. Hanatarou might wonder how this person knew about that, except it seemed like everyone knew about it. Back home it was almost like he had a giant flashing target on his back for every practical joke and prank a shinigami wanted to pull, and up until now he'd almost hoped it had disappeared when he came here.

Of course, the fact that he wasn't looking around for someone to save him was rather telling; he didn't ever expect anyone to actually do so. He just slid back a little farther, pressing against the arm of the couch, and managed a somethat uncertain smile. "I'm not sure what...er. I'll just, um, let you sit down here..."