Jason continued drawing, but stoppd when he couldn't do much more. Looking to the japanese male Jason tilted his head, what was an Oni? He kept thinking demon... his brother was a demon in his eyes. One that killed for no reason. James would be mad if he saw him talkign to someone. Which he could care less for, sighing he nodded, "Tried that myself when I was a freshman. No one came to me and helped - I just found scaring them off helped." he closed the book and put it away before tilting his head, "I have no friends even if most the students like me." standing he stretched and smiled, "Hey, I'll walk you to class from now on if you want. Make the girls jealous enough to answer to me more than you. That way you don't need to worry about them flirting." he chuckled before pulling out his cell. James sent a text saying he would be home for three days. The cops were on him he figured. He didn't like the killer side of his brother. But after James watched their mother get raped and beat to death... he sighed. In a week he'd celebrate his birthday, which was his eighteenth. James always bought him a present, a small cake, soda, and then in the mornign he'd drop a new present for him. He always got two from James. No one else. James said it was what mother did secretly for them or wanted to at least. James even made sure one present every year said "from mommy" which hurt Jason greatly, since he missed her. James did it to make him feel good - like she was around still.Sighing Jason looked to his bag and picked it up, "So... want me to be like a guard for you at school?"