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[b]NPC: Uchima Senior High Hallways -> Drama Clubroom, Saturday Morning[/b]

[i]These dudes are like hedgehogs. Except not cute.[/i]

It didn't take long for the group of teenagers to reach the Drama Clubroom, although that was likely a result of Sasaki's faster-than-usual strides, purportedly to avoid "Yamamoto riding his ass", but more likely so that he could spend less time escorting the Quik-N-Eezy Shitfest Maker to their destination. If they did end up staying for longer, it meant that he was going to still have to deal with all that drama, but at least with the other folks around, it'd be foisted on them instead, and he could just laze around at the back of the room like he usually did.

Avoiding responsibility by chucking it all at the rest of the club.

"Yo," was his half-hearted greeting as he slid open the door to the clubroom, one that was met by varyingly half-hearted responses from his fellow Drama club members. The room was just as they had left it before the short break, with the desks pushed into the sides and corners of the room, a lamp-post resting in the centre next to dusty old backgrounds (ranging from a cityscape to a desert to an ice cream factory) from the previous year's performance, and what [i]appeared[/i] to be a [url=http://i.imgur.com/jwG2RoS.png]frog costume[/url] slumped over like a corpse in one of the wooden chairs (as if its flames had finally been extinguished after a final, dramatic bout in the boxing ring).

Not all of the members had returned yet, but those who had were either sitting around and chatting casually or trying to do at least some semblance of work. Their leader was nowhere to be found, but given that they were actually a bit early to return, Yamamoto had probably decided to grab a quick coffee. Instead, Sasaki's eyes zeroed in on a [url=http://i.imgur.com/sB84bCe.jpg]brunette youth[/url] sitting in one of the chairs nearer to the front of the room.

"Hey, vice-prez, nabbed two new dudes," he said, walking over before the other third-year could even react in time. "Hit them with usual schtick. Later."

Sasaki proceeded to slink off, leaving the blinking vice-president sitting on his chair in front of the trio that had come along to the Drama Clubroom. Ikari, he was of course familiar with, given her position in the club, but of the other two ...

"Oh, you are ... Class 3-B's Maita?" he asked politely. There was a slight hint of hesitation in his tone, likely due to the suddeness of their arrival, but it was quickly subsumed into his modulated and controlled voice. "And you-" His eyes flickered over to where Alex was standing. "-You are one of the second-years?"