<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kirinozawa%20Academy/Students/Emma_Johnson_01_Av.jpg)</div>Name: Emma Johnson<br/>Time:  After the trap program speech<br/>Location: Auditorium<br/>Tagging: Naoki Mizushima, open<br/>Notes:<br/><hr/><br/>Emma was quite charmed by the redhead's attempt at talking his language, finding his pronunciation comical, but the dedication with which he spoke cute, like a child stuttering its first few words ever. Relaxing a bit, the muscles in jaw unclenching, releasing the death grip of his teeth on the treat he was chewing, the American took a step closer to his new friend, coming by his side to take a look at the rest of the room and mumbled. "<em>Mhh, looks like everyone's going their own way. Maybe my classes haven't started yet?</em>" He was the careless and rebellious sort, unbridled by rules. If worst came to worst, Emma knew he could always count on his charm and disturbing lying talents to get himself out of trouble. He neglected any pressure put upon him, shrugged and added: "<em>Oh who cares? I'll tell them I got lost. Come on, let's go take a tour, I wanna see the campus.</em>"<br/><br/>The two of them were treated to the sight of a group of trap students passing by. Emma glanced at them, taking in their forms, their dressing style, the curves of their bodies, their features. They were cute. Truth to be told, jumping in and making new friends sounded like a really good idea, but Emma's mood swinged another way in the moment. A need to find a stable ground, to have something, or in this case, someone he could call his own, was too great to resist. The athletic boy by his side, the only one looking even remotely masculine in the room, was the priority in his eyes, the one he was already acquainted with and wanted wrapped around his finger. To hell with that silver-haired one, he couldn't be worth the show that was Emma, or at least so he told himself. The blonde snickered at the offer of joining the group of crossdressers and hooked an arm around the other boy's. It was flirting of the most blatant kind. Subtlety was not the blonde's forte. Chuckling, he playfully leaned against the redhead, pushing himself close enough for the smell of his expensive, deeply feminine perfume to cloud the air. "<em>No way, I'm not gonna let you ditch me that easily, Naoki. Come on, give me this tour already, I wanna see the campus.</em>"<br/><br/>With that, he set the both of them on their way towards the exit of the auditorium, nudging his first friend towards the door and letting him take the lead from there, the blonde's sauntering step slow and deliberate. Chewing on his bubblegum, he occasionally blew a bubble and let it pop between his teeth while his baby blue eyes lazily gazed across the room and the people around him. "<em>So Naoki...</em>", he pensively asked, keeping his look the other way for now. "<em>... got a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend, maybe?</em>" It came out as innocent as could be, as if asking just to make conversation, though anyone perceptive enough could have picked up on all the flirty signs haphazardly tossed towards the redhead increased tenfold since the older boy had exchanged blushing looks with the silver-haired trap who had passed by earlier.