After handing the new kids over to Kirijo, Youhei slumped down behind the common room bar to watch the proceedings. Truth be told, he was a little shocked that Kirijo had mentioned SEES so openly, especially considering the degree of secrecy surrounding his own admission to the club... group... thing. Sending the kids off with Takahiro seemed even worse; while Youhei had a grown to respect the little gobshyte for his guts and loyalty, Takahiro's personality left a lot to be desired. Personally, Youhei wouldn't have trusted him with... well, anything particularly important. While he was psyching himself up for dealing with the surely traumatised kids, Kirijo asked his opinion. [b]'My thoughts... are not many right now.'[/b] Youhei reached under the bar, pulling out a chilled can of coke from one of his many stashed mini-fridges. [b]'I didn't really get a chance to talk to them, though I can offer my honest first impressions...'[/b]

Standing slowly, Youhei took a deep draught from his can before setting it aside carefully. [b]'First, the girls. One was ridiculously adorable, with a certain hint of frightened mouse accenting a more intellectual shy charm. I would give her a score of eight out of ten.'[/b] As he talked, Youhei paced up and down the bar, making gestures wildly. [b]'Of the second girl, my opinions are divided; she might either be a typical stuck up blonde, which I abhor, or perhaps something more. I'd bet on her having an interesting personality, once we break past that silent, aloof façade; I might have detected a whiff of iron maiden tsundere. I hope so. Seven out of ten, possibly nine if she really is a tsundere.'[/b] He stopped suddenly, his gaze flicking back to Kirijo's eyes and his voice dropped the connoisseurial air. [b]'The yank looked a bit... gay. Not that I have a problem with that.',[/b] he hastened to add. [b]'But I'll be double locking the shower door from now on. I think it's the... pink. Or the yo-yo. Definitely the yo-yo...'[/b] Youhei paused for a moment in deep thought, before cocking his head back toward his friend. [b]'... thoughts?'[/b]