<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kirinozawa%20Academy/Students/Emma_Johnson_01_Av.jpg)</div>Name: Emma Johnson<br/>Time: First bell<br/>Location: By the dorms<br/>Tagging: Naoki Mizushima, open<br/>Notes:<br/><hr/><br/>Emma didn't bother stopping when his name was called out, already making his way towards the dormitories in a confident stride, the sway of his plush rear easy to make out through the fabric of his olive pants tightly clinging to his form. The teen fashionista seemed deaf to the call, his walk through the corridors only interrupted when a hand firmly seized his arm and held him in place. Head tilting to the side, Emma impatiently turned back to gaze at his tour guide. The redhead's cautious stare had Emma cracking a wide grin, a cocked eyebrow showing playful curiosity.<br/><br/>"<em>Mh? What's the matter, Naoki? You seem a little agitated all of the sudden. Are you alright?</em>"<br/><br/>The cheerleader, accused of playing games with the older boy, folded his arms in a somewhat defensive way, his cocky smirk waning in an instant, replaced by a mock pout. He spoke again, more confidence carried in his sultry voice than anyone with such a heavy accent should be able to muster.<br/><br/>"<em>I don't get it, what kind of games would I be playing on a big guy like you? No, I think you must be feeling a little out of it. Have you had breakfast this morning? You know what, let's forget about the dorms, I'll have all the time in the world to handle that this evening. Let's go get something to eat. Is there anywhere we can get that around here?</em>"<br/><br/>Maybe the pushy teenager knew when to fold them after all. Already Emma was walking back the way they came, figuring there was nothing left but the dorms the way he had been heading, fully expecting Naoki to once more show him the way and follow his whims.