Oh great, unfamiliar faces. Every knew how much he loved people. Tch, what a pain in the ass to talk to people. Icy blue orbs peered among the unknown people in front of him, examining for just a while before staring at them, nothing on his expression. He was supposed to be busy today, but who knows how long he's been slacking. Now those papers would never get done because he has to entertain strangers. How fun. The megane let a hand messily run through his locks for a moment before dropping it down as if it was limp, along his side. Unwanted conversations, oh how he hated them sometimes. "Who're you?"