<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/N4lStza.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:45 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Halls<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Syra, Open!<br/><hr/><br/>"Hah, I mean like us. There's a chance not everyone joined this school willingly, and then there's a chance others ignored it in favor of more personal goals." Michael hummed, wondering... In a world full of normal people, how much damage could someone like him really do if he wanted?<br/><br/>Eyeing Syra as she dismissed most of the world over, he snerked. "Haha... It's wrong of me to say, but... Never change, Syra. I can't picture you not trying to heist someone. LIke me trying to be a willing jerkass to someone. I just don't have it in me." he remarked, before turning away, stumbling slightly.<em>'Yeah, that's smarts... Ow.</em><br/><br/>"I guess that's alright. We've all got our outlooks on everyone. My mom was a gentle soul, so I guess I have a bit of that in me now... She'd raise hell if someone tried to get on my dad's case about what he did though." He mused, before looking to Syra. "Well, as your friend... I don't mind being seen as a tool. Means I've got use to someone, and having a use to someone is better than being useful to no one, right? Anyways, be seeing you... Think the next time is during Ethics? That's gonna be a riot..." He sighed. A mandatory class, taught by none other than their principal.<br/><br/>"For now, I'm visiting the nurse. I need some painkillers right now." he chuckled, shuffling off.