Methodically, Colby Mayfield continued his walk down the crowded corridor. Even with the wave of students pouring out and around him, he managed to walk at his own pace as though he were the center and defining individual of the crowd. His clothes, always dark and very formal, often included numerous trinkets or lengthy fabric trails like the end of his ties. Much like his enchanted white hair, these trinkets and trails of fabric dance about around him with each step. He was nearing that line where he shouldn't be growing much more vertically, and yet he was taller than most of the males of his class, which didn't help his overwhelming and handsome regal features. These features captured his bored, unsatisfied, yet competent look that involved a stunning lack of effort to produce.<br/><br/>As his course drifted from the center of the hall, he grew closer and closer to a pack of younger students, neko and alike. A few of the underclassmen women turning to face him, starstruck as if he was going to stop and talk to them any second. Of course they would be visibly disgruntled or disappointed when he passes them by without a look or pause. There, at the end of his journey, stood an impossibly cute little neko. A more ordinary, non-expressionate look seized his features as his eyes scanned her own. "Yu.. Maki?" He could have been wrong, obviously uncomfortable with the fact that he was unsure of her name, he gave her a softer look. His slender, ghostly, soft hand had raised to reveal a collar of luxury. "I only need one. I want you." He was clearly not this quiet in private, but he had a distaste for the average rodent and monkey runnning around them as he was trying to convince his chosen Neko to accept her fate.