Julian's eyes widened, his throat sliding down another gulp as the little man inside him screamed like a little girl,<i>we're busted, we're busted!</i>. As Ms. Kurosawa separated the two on the bed, interrogating her daughter, the boy stood up from the bed, his mouth agape - trying not to ogle the older woman's voluptuous and shapely figure as he tried to form words.<br/>"M-Ms. Kurosawa, I'm so sorry. We didn't... I didn't know you'd be home so early-- I--" Julian stopped himself again, swallowing all of his passion for Sari and shutting up, not wanting to appear as a wimp in front of his girlfriend.<br/><br/>The boy bowed his head in shame, staring down at his shoes which, being that the family was very traditional in their cultural Japanese ways, weren't probably even supposed to be on in the house.<br/>Julian was a good six feet and three inches and was the tallest in his class. Along with his thick, though short brown hair and his blue eyes like two shimmering aquamarines, you'd have a good outline of who Julian was physically. Julian was also very passive, to say the least, though was an expert in certain hand-to-hand combat fighting techniques and mastered in boxing as a state champion. He was never considered a 'bad boy' per say as Julian took after his mother raising him as a child and therefore had a sensitive impact on his outlook on things, though was physically built like a playgirl stud as his muscles were as big as a brawny stallion's legs, though would never much flex or use them as Julian wasn't one to be too conceited.