<div class="floatleft">(http://image.tmdb.org/t/p/original/vYpKoGWVwyol6KomMe8IZdgOnBm.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hajime Amagi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Uranus<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Campus - Library<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th, 4:00 P.M.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue shirt and dark jeans.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Bastian Grey<br/><hr/><br/>So Pluto was a Physics major, eh? Hajime would have sworn that he was an English one. Not for any particular reason; it was more of a hunch that was proven wrong. But that was neither here nor there. What mattered was that Bastian was there, inquiring about his studies as though he cared about him. Hajime held the book he was reading at shoulder-level. Bastian was taller than him, at least a head taller, so he had to bend his neck to look at him. "I was just reading. I can't concentrate anywhere else." He revealed, his tone even and carefully measured, not wanting to sound too interested or too bored, or give any unnecessary details. He said just what the other needed to know.<br/><br/>Hajime looked at Bastian, expecting that he would leave so he could go back to his book. "Is there anything else you need of me?" He asked, holding his hands and the book behind his back and standing in the doorway. Bastian did not look like a person who would press a subject on and on, but then again, he did not look like a Physics major now, did he?