[i]I wonder how long they've been observing us. Hey, she's pretty cute, I wonder if it's her, I'd totally hit it. I'm probably gonna be late.[/i] These are all thoughts that passed through the mind of a horned boy as he walked to the room where he was called. He took his sweet time, as he usually did when walking, if she was truly his match, she could wait. He didn't care if she was there or not, exercise was good either way. [i] Fuck, what if it's a guy, I hope they don't think I'm into that, my asshole stays tight. Period.[/i]

He paused as he entered the building where the room was at. He didn't wanna seem desperate so he waited downstairs for a bit. He pulled his guitar around, then started to play 'Lithium'. After finishing the song, he slung the Stratocaster onto his back and walked to the room, as he approached, seeing a girl. Her, drumsticks, it was her. Definitely her, if it wasn't her. He was requesting her, but it was. He knew it. "Sup, drumsticks?" he said as he approached, tail flickering behind him.