A Weird message.

*Silently he was going into the direction of the principals office. Still not aware of what will happen,still not aware of what he could have done, having this note in his hand which is signed by Akira which is literally telling him to come visit her.
He knocked on the door slowly, after he was done approaching it in a fairly calm manner.*

Her computer screen was covered with text as she reviewed the transcripts of some new students and was deciding how to handle them if they caused trouble over the semester, when a knock came to the door. She turned off the screen with a swipe of her hand and sat up in her chair. She had her suit jacket hung up off to the side and was wearing a white button up shirt that had a couple of button undone. She leaned forward.
"Come in!"

*Setsuna walks in and takes a deep bow in the moment he was in an acceptable range. He starts to speak*

Miss
Satou, i found this weird, signed, message that i should come here,
apperantly, it says, i "flew under your radar" for the past few months.

She smiles and nods.
"Yes, I am glad you came. I have only just now gotten the transcripts from last semester organized and noticed that I never really got to meet you then. This also tells me that either you are very sneaky or a very good student. I'm hoping for the latter. Sit down.

*After a short while,Setsuna was moving into the direction of the chair. He than slowly sat down.*

Well, here i am. And i brought time with me Ms. Setou. How art thou?

( a little friendly reminding bump)

Smiles and respond promptly.
"I am quite well, my good student radar is acting up~" She chuckles and waits for a moment for him to respond.

*after a short pause he smiles genuinely*

One , expecilly the heir to a family like mine, shall always try.

Grins at him.
"I am glad that you stopped by. Now that after a few months here, what do you have to say about the school?"

I assume i do like the school * he starts with neutral emotions*
People respect me and i respect people. Obviously, i am a little bored, but what can i do against it anyway,when my own body denies the rest.

A kendo team here would be a pretty bad idea *he chuckles and looks around in the room*.

The only problem i have is with the lessons,they are a little to easy for my taste.