"Bullying ladies, Uehara-kun? That's not nice at all..." A tall, rather classy-looking figure remarked, passing Takashi on the way towards Grimmjow, Shina and Nikki. Anyone involved in the theater club, attending management classes, or simply whoever crazy enough to hang out with someone of that sort would recognize Seishin Kogara, the local rich weirdo who enjoyed talking french during everyday conversations just as much as he didn't enjoy wearing anything main-brand. Even now, he didn't have a piece of 'mainstream' clothes on.<br/><br/>He caught up with the three in front of him after giving Takashi a smirk rather quickly. Not a problem, regarding his height. "Bonjour, messieurs." his silk-like voice greeted them. "Yo Seishin." Shina gave him a slight nod.<br/>"Where might you be going?" he requested.<br/>"To trash your place." Nikki cackled. Seishin sighed. "It isn't my place, Nikki-kun. How many times do I have to remind you that the tutoring center isn't 'my place' as you like to call it?"<br/>"Yeah, whatever. It makes me happy to eat in front of all these nerds. It's like it's pissing them off."<br/><br/>"You're so unrefined, Nikki-kun." Seishin remarked quietly, swinging his jacket over his shoulder. He, too, was a tutor - although most students were somewhat afraid of him, or considered him weird - and was often deliberately followed by his friends inside. Shina and Grimmjow weren't much of a problem, only Nikki somehow couldn't understand the purpose of a trashcan. He aimed right for the break room - but what was his, and not only his, but also Grimmjow's, Shina's and Nikki's surprise when they found Orihime crying inside.<br/><br/>Seishin stepped forwards to her, extending one arm in the sleeve of his dark red sweater towards her. "What might be the issue, mademoiselle?" he asked, tilting his head aside.<br/>"That Takashi bastard thinks he owns this place." Grimmjow growled, like a large cat perching on the edge of the nearest table.<br/>"He's asking to get f**ked up, man. Asking for it." Shina shook his head. "But that ain't none of my business, eh, Grimmjow?"<br/>"Oh, he's gonna get it handed to him." Grimmjow threw his head back, silently laughing with his mouth once more in that psychotic grin.