[center][h1][color=f26522]Alexander Furst[/color][/h1]
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Alexander just glared at the girl as she guffawed rudely at... something. If he had to guess, it was either the facet that they both retaliated and she saw them as nothing, or she was laughing at the way his name was pronounced by Reimu's alternate skin. Regardless, he wasn't going to say anything and not make any more assumptions. After all, assumptions did start with ass.

Though he could say he was off-put by the sudden alteration of personality, her switch being flipped way too friggin' easily. Alex just raised his eyebrow before ruffling his hair. He would just have to endure her presence for the time being...

Oh, and she's telling [i]him[/i] what to do? Seriously, he wasn't going to even do so in the first place and at this point he just wanted to tell her to piss off... or actually grab the shrine maidens hand just to irk her.

But he had standards - he only knew her as a customer and not as a friend, acquaintance, or anything aside from the part where she was his senpai and a singer.

Gripping his bag, he pretended to completely disregard what AC/DC's Back in Black had to say and had his eyes pressed against the air. It was as if his eyes were completely glazed over in a sort of trance-like state as he walked, back erect as an army soldier. Focused on the front, his glazed gaze broke upon the shrine maiden humming a tune of her own. Despite all the rigidness, that seemed a bit nice and put him to ease, even if it was marginal.

Alexander's eyes often drifted between the hallways, his satchel, and back to the humming lady. There wasn't anything else interesting happening as they marched to the Drama Club room.

...

Eyeing one of the doors this Drama Club member opened, Alex poked his head to the side as the short guy gave and received weak responses. He recognized a few people from his class who either didn't see him... or if they did, well... he could see the knives in her eyes. As the group entered, the first thing he noticed was the frogs in the corner. Creepy. Pretending he never saw those things, he was escorted over with the rest of the group to a brown haired boy before departing from the now dwindling group.

The guy went over the third years (with him gaining more knowledge, yay) and then correlating over to him. Releasing his vice grip from the side of his satchel, he studied the guy for a moment before extending his hand out.

[color=f26522]"Mhm,"[/color] he nodded as he continued. [color=f26522]"Alexander Furst, it's a pleasure to meetcha',"[/color] he spoke in his usual serious and hard voice. Alex didn't bother on the sound of a door being open; it was either that dude leaving or some other members coming in.

Either way, it didn't matter. Right now, his focus was impressions and learning about the other members of this club.[/center]