It was deafening and pleasing to his ears, to hear the incessant chatter, the pitter-patter of shoes against the smooth tiles of the floor. The day wasn't as young, but a sense of calm had reached him as he was far enough from the busy and lively crowds hoarding the halls. As always, he had made sure that his appearance was beyond presentable; uniform crinkle-free, hair just laying on his shoulders, and to walk with poise and grace. Though he took no pride in becoming a student of this institution, he will not deny himself the delight of books to delve into, and the knowledge he'd gain from snippets of modern-isque conversations here and there.
But what caught his attention would be the giggles, lovestruck eyes, glee and excitement about the growing popularity of a Host Club; apparently, they were a hit not only to these 'wealthy young women', but it seems even a few boys had found themselves charmed by the 'beauty and elegance' of these group of esteemed pretties. Alexander, being the usual curious one, approached the nosy group, though quite nervous himself with the rare humanly encounters.
"Excuse me, I do hope I'am not intruding your time of joy but, may you direct me to their room?" It didn't sound all too-- Emotion-filled. More or less, it was as cold as ice. Surprisingly, they dragged him by the arm, continuing their laughter, joking, saying that he must tag along with them; indeed, the students here are most amusing.