[@dragonmancer]

The boy with the guitar seemed a little distraught at Drake's comment, pouting to show his disapproval but not speaking out, in the back of his mind hoping that it wasn't him after all.

"Well. You can consider me as... not weak!" he blurted out, making an awkward expression, obviously not knowing exactly what to say. Then, trying to save face, his duel disk activated, deck shuffling within the deck compartment. "I'll even let you go first." he added.

[@Thecrash20]

Leaned outside the auditorium was a boy chewing a toothpick and stroking his hair. A look at his duel disk suggested he was at 4500 lifepoints- he had dueled someone before- and won. As he noticed another person passing by, his eyes lit up, turning his attention to that person.

"Hey" the boy said to Cooler. "You don't look like you've faced anybody," he took the toothpick out of his mouth, "yet. You one of them losers try'na hide from the competition to the very last second? Think you can take on all the stronger folks that show way at the end? Trust me boy. I've been there, done that. Gotta pick 'em out while the pickin's good. See, back at home, I was a fry cook. Back then it was just me and this here spatuler." He produced a steel spatula out of his pocket, twirling the handle around his index finger.

"So. I don't suppose you're itchin' for a duel too badly but see, you ain't gotta choice. Compared to all the other folks, you look pretty dang strong, so I reckon the two of us would've faced off eventually. Amirite?" the boy smirked, putting the toothpick back in his mouth, still holding onto the spatula.