Tamotsu Fukui
Jack of Spades
Folding his arms and putting one leg on top of the other he picked up faint footsteps heading this way. Like moths to light, the light probably being her chest. He thought a faint smirk forming on his face. Looking up at the new kid who had come his way, the smirk was there but intensified at the prospect of more people to harass.
He sighed. "I'm probably the closest thing to a friend she has around here," His smirk getting devilish "unless your something more?" He questioned his grin was getting seriously creepy.
He sighed. "I'm probably the closest thing to a friend she has around here," His smirk getting devilish "unless your something more?" He questioned his grin was getting seriously creepy.