~•Ira•~

*You take a moment before walking over, Ira was sitting against the lockers and seemed a bit content.. odd. Your arms crossed as you look down at him, a bit on guard. Ira glances up at you, a small smirk popping onto his face.* “Well, aren’t you a cute one? I bet you couldn’t hurt a fly.” *He chuckles to himself, crossing his arms behind his head. He’s all mucked up, but clearly doesn’t care.*

*I look very innocent and normal, and look like Im shy and timid with my kawaii looks and pastel clothing*

*Your appearance is very deceiving. You may look like a little flower, but you're a bit of a firecracker, aren't you? Ira notices you, but doesn't think much of it. He just laughs.* "What, are you lost? You look like you're about to cry."

*He raises an eyebrow, smirking.* "Is that so? I don't know, I think I've seen plenty of girls like you before. You're not that special. And I’m not like other guys, so you’re one to talk.”