[indent][indent] [color=#a3a529][b][i]I'm super popular,[/i][/b][/color] thought Nagatoki. 

A grin flourished on his lips as he followed behind the others, mirroring their moves with near perfect accuracy. As the conversation fell into priorities, volunteer work, and ultimately useless babble, Nagatoki stepped up next to Fujimaru. Like the Captain he put his hand to chin and feigned contemplation. As Fujimaru began to speak, Nagatoki dropped his act and instead started to busy himself as they all deliberated.

[color=#a3a529][b][i]Crap, the hell should I do while everyone is running their mouths,[/i][/b][/color] Nagatoki folded his arms over his chest. [color=#a3a529][b][i]They can all wait outside to be honest. With my skills and infamy, I could probably take the Mad Dog down all by myself.[/i][/b][/color] His cheeks reddened at that thought, an obviously large smile on his face. 

[color=#a3a529][b]"The Bright-Eye Manslayer will be known worldwide. But that can only happen if I gain even more political-power.[/b][/color] His mumbles tapered off to the musing of selfish indulgences. [/indent][/indent]