[center][u][b][h2][color=gray]Osamu Kenzo[/color][/h2][/b][/u][/center]
[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, April 7th[/color][hr][/right]
[center][b]Interacting With: [/b][@Raijinslayer] [@Pirouette][/center]

Curiously, rather than being told anything by his roommate, he was instead provided with something akin to a business card. He was confused until he saw that he clearly communicated by means of that board around his neck. He assumed there was something that made him incapable of verbal communication, whatever that may be. Ultimately it was none of Osamu's business, besides the fact he would have to keep in mind that he would have to look at him directly whenever they conversed.

As the conversation turned from his introduction, it seemed Seo wished to discuss the presentation, and in particular how boring it was. It seemed like a disrespectful comment to make about their school's efforts to orientate them to Osamu. At least Namie seemed to understand it wasn't supposed to be about jokes. [color=gray]"It was perfectly serviceable. It is not the staff's role to tell jokes and entertain the students. They told us what we needed to hear and that was that."[/color] Osamu was wondering if Seo was the type to expend himself in search of "cheap yucks". That boded very ill.

[color=gray]"Might I ask what your reasons are for attending Ishin Academy?"[/color] He was curious because Seo seemed like an abysmally poor fit for the school, at least based on first impressions. Namie too had greeted him completely out of line with tradition, and yet here they both were at a school known for rigidity and discipline. Perhaps they both had deep personal reasons, but Osamu could but guess. He knew little about them, and they knew little about him.