[h2]Mako Moritomi//Warakuma High, Auditorium[/h2]
[h3]Tuesday, April 14, 2015[/h3]

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Mako flinched ever-so-slightly as his black-haired companion was berated by the strawberry-haired girl that had, until this moment been demonstrating her dramatic abilities in front of the assembled club members. Then the drama queen turned her apparent ire upon him, informing him that, despite his obvious interest, he was not welcome in their production-of-sorts. Mako raised his eyebrow, the traces of his patented grin beginning to spread across his features. 

[color=0076a3][i]Bar Mako Moritomi from a dramatic exercise, Drama-tan? You have a lot of nerve. And very poor judgement, besides.[/i][/color] His grin began to grow wider as he squared his shoulders toward the uppity strawberry.

[color=0076a3]"Ask me to leave, you say? By all means, ask away. But just as you're going to have to ask me to leave, I'm going to have to stay right here, unfortunately. And so, therefore, we are at an impasse. I'll be happy to let you resolve our little paradox, but in the meantime, I shall stay and admire the proceedings- your talent has been quite enjoyable to observe so far, I must say. So go on, I shall not be a bother to you- heck, I've been here for at least five or ten minutes before anyone noticed me! That has to count for something toward my unobtrusiveness, no?"[/color]

His wolfish grin was in full force now as he stared down the drama queen. [color=0076a3]"So please, do go on. I'm dying to see what's next for your demonstration."[/color] If one was paying attention, they could almost notice a subtle change in tone to this last sentence- almost like a challenge toward the person-in-charge...