<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly7brsNJYs1r3uq70o1_500.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kasume Richardson<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>None<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student / 11th - Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sam, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kasume had sat down with her snack and her sketch pad when she flipped it open to a page she had been working on. Her pencil had just started to move over the page as Sam approached suddenly and she jumped sending an errant line moving across the page. She gasped and looked up toward him.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, Kasume!  Whatcha working on?  You wanna hang out today?"</strong><br/><br/>She started to reply back to him when he blurred away in his usual super speed ways and she just sat there waiting for him to slow down some and come back so they could at least have some semblance of a conversation. Shaking her head she started to erase the line that was way out of place and fixed the messed up bits. She was only glad she kept her inking for when she was home alone. That could have been bad if he had messed up the inking process.<br/><br/><strong>"Kasume, have you met, er... sorry.  I seem to have sped past the conversation again."</strong><br/><br/>She finally looked back up to Sam again as he came back and mentioned her meeting someone. She glanced to Theodore then and offered a little shy wave to him with her pencil still between her fingers. Shaking her head at Sam she laughed a little.<br/><br/><strong>"Sammy... Calm down.. geez.. who gave you sugar today?  I don't think I have met him before. Then again I don't really meet a lot of people."</strong><br/><br/>Giving him a glance back she smiled again and then looked back at Sam. Her pencil was laid down now and she was pushing her long dark hair back away from her shoulders. It didn't seem like she'd get any work done today, at least not at school. She closed up the sketchpad and tucked it away, not wanting Sam to see it anyway. She picked up her orange instead and started to peel it slowly and carefully. If anything she didn't care for the white bits that clung to the flesh of the fruit. It always tasted off to her.