<div class="floatleft">(https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/3789236.png)</div>Name: Emma Johnson<br/>Time:  Right after the speech<br/>Location: Auditorium<br/>Tagging: Naoki Mizushima, open<br/>Notes:<br/><hr/><br/><em>Well, is that it?</em>Thought the cheerleader as the speech ended. Well, here he had been afraid this thing would be a waste of his time, and the headmaster would engage in a long speech about irrelevant matters, but instead, all that was said was about the crossdressing program and something about homerooms. Rolling his eyes, Emma sat back and waited for the people next to him to evacuate their seats and make some room before standing up himself and heading for the front of the room like the rest, always a slight sway of his hips as he took in his surroundings. It was hard to guess from a glance at him, hard to tell from his attitude alone, but the blonde still felt more than a little lost here. It was a new country, a new school, a new life, and he wasn't quite sure he was ready for it all. Things were just starting to go well for him in America, people were finally starting to acknowledge his existence and fall for his charm, and here he had to start over.<br/><br/>Getting his phone from his handbag among all the stuff he would need for his first day at school, he opened up the application going by the sweet name of Kik, the very same he used to keep contact with the few friends he had left behind. No, he didn't particularly care about them and would soon forget them altogether, but having someone to talk to in his native language felt good, he wouldn't get to use it much at school anyway. He took a quick selfie with a mimicked frown and a pout before sending it to one of said friends and adding the caption "First day at school, laaaaaaaaame". Getting a smile as he saw just as well the photo turned out to be, he uploaded it on Instagram and added the same caption.<br/><br/>His attention then returned to the real world. If he wanted to make friends on his first day, he needed to focus and step his game up a little, start reaching out for others: they sure as hell wouldn't reach out for him, he was an oddity among the crowd. Scanning the crowd around him, head tilting from side to side a bit as he glanced around, he noticed another oddity such as himself, a guy who seemed<em>a little out of it</em>. He looked cool and friendly enough, a tall and slender redhead who wasn't already part of a group. He looked older, probably knew his way around. Emma, who, aside from his size, looked closer to his twenties, approached him from the side and spoke with a candid smile.<br/><br/>"<em>Hello there. Say, I'm new here, do you think you could show me around and be my tour guide for the day?</em>"<br/><br/>The American bimbo's Japanese was a bit off, a slight slur in his voice, an intonation that wasn't quite right. He tried his best nonetheless, and at least his feminine and suave voice exhaled the same kind of supreme confidence the rest of his looks did. He gazed at the older boy with a hopeful smile, the teen's uncertainty coming as close to showing as it would.