Brad, still fuming at Shinrei's self-important nonsense, didn't properly register Transformer's words. A second passed and the words did sink into his thick skull. The anger turned to disappointment. Why was he getting so worked up? This was just a card game. If some guy wanted to act like he was the second coming of Christ just because he was in a higher dorm, why would Brad even take him seriously? He slowly nodded in Transformer's direction, acknowledging his advice.

As he moved to leave the class, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he looked down to see a peculiar girl with a newscap on, apologizing for his opponent's poor manners. "[color=aba000]No need ta apologize; it ain't yer fault. Mr. Light Dorm had more important thin's ta do like trim his nails an' practice his asshole routine.[/color]" Brad cracked a smile at his own joke before realizing he hadn't introduced himself. "[color=aba000]Tha name's Brad.[/color]"