*He leaned up on the wall next to the door and pondered over the images that had been pacing through his mind. He also wondered what seemed to be "leading" him along. Maybe it was the primal man in him finally tired of waiting to get laid. Who knew? He spied Emiele walking around in the art room. He looked her over from afar so his eyes couldn't be seen roving. She was hot, he had to admit. He waved* Hey, bathroom is over hear if your looking for it. Emiele? right? Yeah, but Laurens in there right now. I think a pen exploded in her bag and got ink on her. Kinda like I want to explo... *He caught himself. Now it was getting to his speech? What the hell was wrong with him?*