Snippet #1300841

Zhong Wei panted as he jogged up the stairs of the school, his bag over his shoulder. His razored green eyes glanced the crowds as he moved past them, their eyes meeting his then averting. He knew they would wait untill his face was away from them to stare. They always did. It wasn't enough that he was chinese, was it...? He digressed in his mind, keeping his face stoney and without much expression. He almost burst through the doors, seeming not to break his pace at all, as if they were spectres in the way of light. He took a sharp turn to his right, and headed straight for Kyoko's locker.

Once he arrived, his pace finally slowed, and his legs fluidly transfered from a jog into a calm, almost relaxed walk.He would roll his feet as not to make as much sound as he silently walked up behind Kyoko. His steady, unchanging voice came forth, in a concerned manner.
"You know, I find it rather hard to keep up with you sometimes. I turn one minute to speak with your grandfather, and as soon as I turn, you are gone, like wind." He said, looking down at her. He would cross his arms mildly, looking at the group that formed around her. They were all part of her gang. Not that he particulaly cared about any of them, he simply knew that they would help in his resolute goal of keeping Kyoko safe.

He seemed like he wanted to say more but he held his tongue, as if waiting to be spoken to, or some such.