<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Ikki/large_zpsea51c5d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devin Caspersen<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Roaming the halls<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Devin walked heel-toe, heel-toe down the halls of the academy, creating a distinctive click-clack as he did so. The absent-minded gray haired Otaku had already finished his book work for the day and had decided to move into running lines. It wasn't<em>exactly</em>a 'decision' per se, more like a compulsion to get back into what he felt he<em>really</em>needed to do. This manner of strutting down Avarian's marble floors wasn't characteristic of himself, it was only a portion of the role he was looking into. He hadn't even considered whether he was disrupting a class or not, engrained in his work as he always was.