Sasame swivels his head around, a blank look on his face and the jaw length hair flopping all over the place, managing to look odd and creepy about it.<em>Nope, no doubt about it, he's just stepped into hell</em>.  Girls everywhere, a lot of them attractive, even that panicky girl.  A little on the round side, but not even anywhere near 'heavy'.  He tosses that line of thought far away, idly wishing for something to do.  It's bad enough he looks like a serial killer, like some sort of evil 'L' from Deathnote.  He hated that one.<br/><br/>Like most artists with a penchant for manga styled are he was a fan of anime/manga, but he wasn't obsessive about it.  Still, he idly wonders if there might be a girl here who also liked that...  And then stops it.  He can't spend time thinking about what could be.  He needs to focus on his studies and maybe finding something to leave the Asano household for good!<br/><br/>And all the while he has an empty expression on his face, hands stuffed into his pockets and slouched, shrinking his frame into a smaller shape than he really is.