Youhei nodded slowly, absorbing the implications of Kirijo's words. Four new people, especially four [i]clueless[/i] new people in the dorm made things tricky; SEES hadn't decided on their next expedition to Tartarus but he was banking on it being soon. Either they could find a way of keeping the new people oblivious and/or asleep (drugs maybe...), or just drag them along and hope they don't die... Youhei felt a tang of guilty amusement over that thought, although it unfortunately reminded him of his own crimes... [b]'Takahiro is Takahiro, I know what you mean. Fair play, I'll spread the nude.'[/b] He still wondered what they would do with the American lad; theoretically Youhei could tutor him in basic Japanese, but that was a hassle... [i]Well,[/i] he thought flippantly, [i]Que sera sera.[/i]

As Kirijo finished up is second call and asked for a drink, Youhei obliged with a little grin, one eyebrow raised skyward as he spiked the punch. [b]'Ooh, Mr Dorm Leader needs some liquid courage, eh? Is your date that sc-'[/b] Only now, halfway through pouring the drink, did Youhei finally realise that one of the new girls was there. He stumbled a bit, panicking that he may have said too much and accidentally poured a tad too much into Kirijo's cup... [b]'Ah, hello there, didn't see you... there.'[/b] Come to think of it, he hadn't gotten acquainted with the newbies just yet; now was as good a time as ever. [b]'In any event, nice to meet you. I am Fukugawa Youhei and I shall be your village idiot for the duration of your stay.'[/b] Youhei gave a theatrical bow and his best faux formal smile; he still hadn't gotten the knack of making Japanese people feel comfortable around him, so went with his standard façade once more. [b]'And what may I call thine august self, m'lady?'[/b]