-- such bountiful fortune. Aren't I pushing it?
--five class mates have come, five symbols of hope.
10faced
syodacity
nuerologism
wolfhanded
m-oowada
"Heheheh ... it's really great to see such latent here! Don't mind trash like me, I'm just here for my luck." Beaming at the five unfamiliar faces, though slightly maniacal for all its charm, Nagito passed a silent guess over each of their fields of expertise. Their somber nature was a bit off putting, to say the least, but there was no blame to be placed. Not in his mind, anyhow. Anyone of some worth would have trouble stomaching his foulness for long, this was fact. Despite the obvious tension at his expense, the boy attempted to make himself as amiable as possible. Stumbling a bit with even the smallest step, Nagito gingerly made his way a bit closer. Testing the waters, you might say. Tugging on a stray lock of tangled ebony, relying on his mussed hair to be some source of distraction from his rising anxiety, the unfortunate soul awaited some kind of reply. An acknowledgement that he truly existed, despite his lack of meaning.
"Oh, silly me. I guess I forgot to introduce myself, huh? Komaeda Nagito-da. I'll be your very own luckster." Sensing a slight hesitation from his peers, he shifted the glassy, silver gaze that had earned him such an unsettling appearance elsewhere. Deep within their glossed over depths, a fire of deep despair smoldered. Though he had expected a cold reception, it didn't mean much for his shattered soul's well being.
