<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: School<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Everybody<br/><hr/><br/>He was out of breath. Gasping like a fish out of water, he just sort of waved to Rob, acknowledging the greeting. He needed to get his breathing under control--and slake the dryness of his mouth-- before he could really say much of anything. Thus, drinking from his water bottle occurs, as he stares around at the school.<br/><br/>Mori, however, seems more than willing to be vocal. "Mreow! Mr-mr-mrrrreow!" He says in what may very well be a cute, energetic greeting to the strange people. However, when Al moves on from the images in the windows above, and sees the mist lady, Mori's sound changes to a strange, chattering sound, as if he were agitated; or, perhaps, excited.<br/><br/>"Uhm... I don't think you'll get the door open... maybe we could smash that bike into the glass plating, and hope it breaks?" Vandalism was totally not Al's thing. However, desperate times calls for desperate measures.<br/><br/>"I think we really should get inside, soon, though..." Worried. He was clearly worried, it was in his voice.