<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Rig_zpsbd114cde.jpg)</div>Name: Jackson D. Blum<br/>Location: DWMA Classroom<br/>Tagging: Mostly Roxi<br/><hr/><br/>When Roxi had mentioned that he must've been new, Jack didn't do much more but give his large shoulders a light shrug, cocking his head ever so slightly. "Hit it right on the head. Is it that obvious?" He never quite got an answer to that, but he didn't bother pursuing one either. It didn't really matter after all. After that, the two of them just went back into a silence. She took her place in that seat a chair over, set her backpack down between the two of them, and they both stared forward, seemingly into nothing. His eyes rested squarely at the front of the classroom once again, set at the exact same place they had been when he had first entered the class and taken his seat.<br/><br/>He was almost content with the silence between the two of them. There was nothing awkward about it in his opinion, and under normal circumstances it would've actually been pretty enjoyable. After all, that was why he'd been okay with this top row seat in the first place, and why he was rather jealous of the pink haired girl's corner seat. However, with  this girl sitting beside him, he found himself oddly distracted by her presence. It was that pull once more, the same pull that she was succumbing to, that threatened to "drag her into the poor guys lap". Not that he would've minded. Occasionally, he found his eyes wandering back over in her direction, sometimes looking her over, other times just curiously hovering over her form. It was very, very unlike him to get so caught up in someone, so curious, but for some reason he just felt some need to say something. And that was when he'd finally turned and asked her about herself.<br/><br/>He didn't necessarily get a friendly answer, but he didn't quite take it as unfriendly either. Like her initial greeting, she probably would've came off as hostile to some of the others, but he let it flow right off him. "I know you're not wearing a badge. If you were, I wouldn't have had to ask about you." He raised a hand and tapped at his temple slightly with his finger. "Duh." With another quick smirk, he leaned back into his chair, slumping comfortably as opposed to the slight tipping Roxi did. "But anyway, who knows. Maybe I just give my weapon their space, hm? Ever thought of that?" He tried hard to keep his face blank and hide his obvious lie. But a muffled chuckle immediately blew his cover, and he let out a light sigh, resting a hand on his neck and tipping it to one side to stretch the muscle. "Alright, alright. I don't have a weapon partner. Haven't met any. Haven't met any other meister's yet either, matter of fact." All this was accompanied with yet another on of his indifferent shrugs as he continued on easing into the seat.<br/><br/><em>“No worries though, I'm a loner too. So you can hang up here all you want…”</em><br/><br/>It was hard to keep from smiling at her words. "Heh...well, thanks. Guess us loners have to stick together...eh?" With a nod, he stretched his arms up above his head and let out a long yawn as he shifted back into his old position, looking forward. He was prepared for another less-than-comfortable silence then, but when it came he stared with a bit more boredom in his eyes. He didn't shift his view back to her, either. Not this time, despite that pull that urged him to. It was only at the light sound of her own plastic badge hitting the desk reached him that he did glanced out the corner of his eye. His curiosity gnawing at him, he reached out and pulled the card towards him, lifting it in front of his face to read her own details.<br/><br/>Roxanna Reed. Roxi. Weapon. The corners of his lips began to lift<br/><br/>"When you think about it, though, I suppose two loners can't really be loners when they're hanging out together." He turned in his seat once more and extended his hand, offering her badge back to her with a warm smile. "Right?"