Sorichiro had his nose tucked in a book. He always had his nose in book. He had been reading for an hour without leaving his room. "I suppose the rest of the imbeciles are waiting for me. I'll be off." He placed his book by his bed, and walked to the common room. Even when he was moving, he was in constant thought. He was thinking mainly about his book, and about what he would be able to deduce from the others. "Good day." He said slowly as he entered the common room. He pulled out a chair and kicked his feet up on the table, furrowing his brow.