It took a moment, but a look of recognition flashed over Kiriko's features. She had seen this kid before. She let her face settle back to neutrality as she scanned her mental databanks for what she knew just from his face and location. Third year, something in the back of her head told her. There was a name on the tip of her tongue. What had she heard about solitary third years hanging out on rooftops?
Before she could come to any answer, his words distracted her completely.
"Reizo-chan?" she spluttered in disbelief. Had she been drinking something she certainly would have choked on it. She was almost as gobsmacked as she was intrigued. Kiriko composed herself before speaking again.
"What do you mean, your little darling?"
She was certain she knew something, if she could just remember that name...