A boy walks toward you with a smirk on his face. An aurora of orange emanates from his body. Something about him makes you feel uncomfortable yet you decide his friendship wouldn't be a bad thing to have. As he approaches you expect him to attack you yet he just smiles and waves, but he could of you think, he could have. And that look in his eyes, so much mystery, so many things...unknown. Thus you have encountered Corey, it would do well not to cross his path shall you become his enemy, for 'tis far better to be his friend, then his enemy, far better indeed.

I never know what the frick to put in these here things so come on in and checker out yourself.

Smile; like you mean it.

Ouch.

I'm just siimply me