[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Deathedge[/color][/h1][/center]

The white-haired man raised an eyebrow at the boy who talked to him, only to find the boy... dancing a little.

He could not help but smirk at the bright boy's motions. No, he was not thinking about whether Iyo was destined to become some sort of MLG dancer or something; the sight of Iyo dancing just made him feel... funny. Sort of like how those certain cat videos made millions of random people laugh like crazy and watch them over and over again.

His smirk failing to leave his face, Deathedge muttered, "[color=ed1c24]Well, I [i]guess[/i] this is a decent school. Better than the last one I went to, for sure...[/color]"

His hands in his pockets and his back against the wall, he then told Iyo, "[color=ed1c24]On another note, I am horrible at dancing. Adrenaline makes me stumble a lot. I guess it'd be nice if I could know some flashy moves, though...[/color]"

With that said, the white-haired man watched the boy dance. He found it surprisingly easy to smile. Perhaps it was because he felt like sh-t? Deathedge decided that he should feel like sh-t more often to smile more often-

[i][color=ed1c24]Nononononono, actually, that's stupid. I'm never doing that. That's just going to make my "edge" situation even worse.[/color][/i]