<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/INx2ZXH.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tatsuo Yato<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the indoor pool<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 2, Lunch Break<br/><strong>With:</strong>Natsuki, Aoi, Misato (NPC)<br/><br/>The second day of school rolled around and it was nearly as mundane as Tatsuo had imagined a regular high school to be. It started off with homeroom, followed by a class of Math and Japanese. By the end of that every student's second favorite time of the day<del>   </del>following closely behind going home<del>   </del>rolled around, namely lunch break. The dark-haired youth wasn't one to sit around in class for the duration of it, so he kindly declined any invitations from newly acquainted classmates to push some tables together, grabbed his bento, and headed out to find somewhere else to eat.<br/><br/>It was a fairly sunny midday and he contemplated spending the break outside, but then his ears caught a hint of music in the air, coming from further down the hall. He could see more people heading towards the apparent origin, located in what he faintly recalled was the music club room. He'd passed by the place briefly yesterday while browsing the various clubs the school had to offer, but Tatsuo himself wasn't very musically inclined past the occasional song in the shower or melody whistled while walking his puppy dog.<br/><br/>Arriving at the open sliding door to the music room, he peeked passed and over the shoulders and heads of others to see who was performing. A small grin spread across his lips as he saw exactly who it was. It was the band two of his friends, Aoi and Misato, were in. What did they call themselves again? He couldn't really remember. Ah well, he could always ask in a minute, once they were done with their song. He found himself tapping his right foot and nodding his head lightly to the rhythm of the aforementioned song. It was quite catchy.<br/><br/>The crowd in front of the club room appeared to gain some more members and people began to shuffle and shove a bit, all just packed together a bit too tightly. After a bit more someone actually fell into the room; a certain someone with long, familiar purple hair. Natsuki. Tatsuo flinched visibly when he saw her land face first. He hoped she was alright.<strong>"Hey hey, calm down, people. Give each other some space!"</strong>He scolded them lightly and nudged his head sideways, signaling them to disperse. Being a little taller than most also made his words have a little more impact as some of the "not really<em>that</em>interested" folks shrugged and moved on as the song played come to an end.<br/><br/>Once some more space became available, Tatsuo stepped forward and slipped into the music room. He wasn't really one for standing in crowds for too long. Not that he was claustrophobic, but he appreciated some personal space in larger groups. Overhearing the words Aoi spoke, he couldn't help but give a playful jab.<strong>"Not much of a private concert when the doors are wide open and there's an audience, Aoi!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Hope you don't mind me dropping by."</strong>Walking over to the younger blond seated behind the drums, he gave him a playful pat on the head, tussling some of the golden strands around with a grin on his face before turning back to Aoi and Natsuki.<strong>"Heard you out in the hallway. Sounds like you're really settling in with the band."</strong>It was actually Tatsuo that had introduced Aoi to the other members via Misato, who was also a friend and who's hair was now a bit of a mess.