Yumi's visible grin only became wider as she looked over to Natsumi. Her bright purple eyes also seemed to pierce through the shroud of darkness that covered her facial features. She did not seem to walk as she went up to Natsumi. Her movements were so fluid it almost appeared as though she were floating as she approached the other girl. "You must be Natsumi.... I suppose I've already met you before but now it's a lot more official. Come with me and I will show you things you've never seen in your entire life. Scary things, great things, things that are sure to get slutty girls like that off your brother immediately." The cloaked girl's voice, has likely been never heard by a majority of the people around her. Some looked pale when they heard her speak, some seemed surprised, and some even blushed. Her voice held a certain lazy property, one that is surprising for an aura such as her's. It seemed tired but still very flowing, very direct in the way she said things. It was difficult to interpret her words in any way than what she had meant. Perhaps it was from her definitive time not speaking and instead observing and doing that had caused her to become so good at explaining herself.<br/><br/>Almost before Natsumi could respond, Yumi was off through the crowd. Although she was much younger than most students, she was a year ahead of her age, signalling a certain intelligence that perhaps only the teachers knew the extent of. Yes, Yumi Izori was not to be trifled with for nobody knew entirely what she was capable of. Although some ways the cloak would fall upon her visage would indicate that perhaps she had a pretty shape, Yumi had never been asked out by another individual before, mainly out of fear of the unknown. What she was really like, what sort of monsters she would ramble about, and of course, what she actually looked like underneath her hood. Nobody knew the color of her hair or the contours of her face accept perhaps her parents whom she never brought up.<br/><br/>As Yumi weaved her way through the corridors it would not be hard for the other girl to keep up considering she was very easy to find in a crowd. Upon further examination, one would be able to see that she did, in fact have feet that carried her. Rumors of her actually being a ghost were easily expelled by a kick to the face if she so desired, but where was the fun in that? She marveled at the idea of her classmates thinking she was a ghost, reveled in the idea that she's used classmate's blood in rituals... and the sheer idea that under her cloak she was covered in symbols from the Necronomicon itself? well that idea practically made her swoon.