[h1][color=firebrick]Yuuhei Seiho[/color][/h1]
Saturday Morning – Newspaper Club Room?

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While Natsumi had been busy talking, Yuuhei had pulled out his small digital camera, which was starting to show its years of use with each little scuff on it, and snapped a picture of the white haired girl. He cocked his head slightly as he looked at the picture, intrigued by the person captured by the lens. After all, the blond had been prepared for an entertaining show of disbelief or even anger, followed by an explanation to calm her down. But hesitant agreement? This one was proving to be quite good at catching the normally perceptive president off guard. Or maybe he simply wasn’t as good at reading people as he liked to think. 

Regardless, Yuuhei dismissed the thought and looped a finger through the camera’s wrist strap before he started to twirl the poor thing rather precariously. Needless to say, it certainly didn’t take a genius to figure out how the small device had ended up in such a battered state.

[color=firebrick]”You’re taking this whole situation remarkably well,”[/color] he commented lightly once Natsumi finished talking, momentarily turning his back to the girl as he scanned the room for a more suitable weapon for his companion. [color=firebrick]”Most people at least cry out in outrage at my half described plans and demand an explanation. And that’s without it being punctuated by an eerie scream serving as background music.”[/color] In one smooth motion, Yuuhei caught the camera mid spin and pocketed it as his amber eyes lit up. In the corner of the room, he spotted the broom that he had definitely been responsible for returning to the supply closet the day before. The president went to pick it up, for once grateful for Saika's need to keep the room as tidy as possible.

As it was, the broom was hardly an intimidating weapon, but it would probably be quite capable at batting away anybody that meant to do them harm. He turned it side to side, finding that it had a surprising amount of heft to it and was clearly meant to survive plenty of abuse at the hands of careless high schoolers. The blond tested the broom with a small downward swing before he gave it a small nod of approval, something he almost scoffed at as he was hardly any kind of authority on what made for a half decent weapon.

Yuuhei turned back to his underclassmen and held out the broom for her. [color=firebrick]”Will this do?”[/color] he asked with a small smile. Truth be told, he was still rather disturbed by the oppressive atmosphere of the monochrome school they were trapped in, but his overwhelming desire to uncover the story behind it was doing a fine job of keeping the terror at bay. It was also all too likely to get him killed one day, but he would cross that bridge when he got there.

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