Takeshi happened to be minding his own business, as Takeshi often did, when he heard the shout of a damsel in distress. To the young man, this was his calling, his reason to be, and, as such, he ran off in search of the source of the noise. Upon arrival, however, he spotted a small crowd as well as his roommate seemingly following someone. He decided he may as well have some fun and pursue the one who was already pursuing another.

As he lightly jogged in Clarius' wake, Takeshi gave a quick nod to Clarius' sister and his co-student council president. Actually, she was the president and he was the vice-president. But vice-president implied a level of inferiority that did not sit well with the sharply-dressed womanizer, so he referred to both himself and her as co-presidents. Never when he was around her, though. Of course not. That would be suicide.

He caught up to Clarius shortly after the aforementioned roommate had reached the nurse's office and seemed to ask someone there a question. Well. "Asked a question" was putting it lightly. Knowing Clarius, he was was probably interrogating some poor soul. In an effort to save others from his roomie's dreadfully boring yet somehow intense inquiries, Takeshi slapped the young man on the back and greeted him in a manner as to suggest familiarity. Though, the familiarity was certainly present, not merely suggested. You really get to know a guy when you sleep in the same room, are in the same club, and are co-president with his sister.

"Yo, Claire. How's it going?"