<div class="floatleft">(http://img692.imageshack.us/img692/5767/341f140c18678a8c6d6f99c.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Yuri Lowell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Sashira<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"There were three. And I had proper relationships with them at the time, so I hardly qualify as a "player,""</strong>Yuri responded dryly, his muscles relaxing now that she wasn't trying to go at him like a boa constrictor. Moving one of his hands, leaving him leaning on one elbow, he cupped the side of her face, fingers brushing against the crimson red hair that she possessed. Her words had strung a nerve with him, the slight pain reflecting in his dark eyes.<strong>"I'm not the sort of guy who will just do these things with any girl. I know we just met, Sashira, but I like you and get along with you. I wouldn't have asked you to come with me here otherwise."</strong>