Really...? I'm from Tokyo, too! ( Despite his mild, shy mannerism, something in the boy definitely brightens up to hear that they're from the same city. It makes everything feel a lot less lonesome, makes him feel less lost. )

I'm Shinichi — Izumi Shinichi. ( He returns the polite little bow, eyes cast downwards for a moment, then blinking as he witnesses more seeds slipping from the girl's long hair. Shinichi's unable to give a quiet laugh as he stands upright again, gesturing to her hair. )

That stuff gets everywhere, doesn't it...? It's probably all in my pockets.... and it's so dusty, too.

Would you like a hand getting it out?