Kiriko was out of her element. The scale of it, the big, shiny modern building, even the crowds milling around were familiar to her - it was more the fact that they were all dressed head to toe in sports paraphernalia and liable to start shouting at any moment that was throwing her. She'd never been to any kind of sports match before - she didn't even follow along on television, not since she was young enough to have watched the games with her dad.
All the same, she had decided she wanted good seats.
What that really meant was following Toshimi. By Kiriko's reasoning, she knew the most about baseball, and it was her birthday present anyway, so the seat next to her would probably be the second best of the group... not that she could really appreciate it.
For the moment, though, Toshimi was wandering and she was sitting alone, trying to orient herself. In particular she was taking inventory of Nanakamado students, as well as trying to determine whether or not Toshimi had any friends outside of their little group that she'd thought to invite.