Snippet #1481138

After sharing a nice conversation with the girls, Hiroshi allowed them to retreat back into their dorms. "Mmm such nice kids in this school." he commented. The old man had gone over the basic rules of the school with him. Still, he acted like he didnt know any of it. "Ah~~ if I cant drink anyone's blood here how am I suppose to survive?" he whined childishly to himself. A mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he took a quick wiff of the air. Blood.

Acting like a innocent lost... student? He headed towards the smell, just to check things out. He wasnt planning on causing any trouble on his first day. Not really, but he'll try. He jumped up into a tree, just a few feet away from a group of girls talking. He crouched down, his chin resting on his hands, while his elbows rested on his knees. As observant as he was, Hiroshi noticed the girls had the same arm-band Damascus had.

"Hmm, so I'm guessing they are the perfects." he thought out loud. He decided to sit there, watching quietly until the other day classes left, or one of them realized that he was there.