★xxx “You nag too much,” was his prickly response as he dragged Jonaton along. There probably would’ve been more sense in telling him, but Kazuhiko was born a difficult man, and he didn’t want to make it too obvious that he was slightly interested in becoming friends with his new companion. “Don’t you trust me?” An lingering question of which he figured would go unanswered, as he didn’t have too much hope of getting compliance, Kazuhiko shook his head and continued bringing the silver-haired boy along with him. Jonaton was already clearly annoyed and persistent, so he was sure not to raise his hopes too high. Anyway, Kazu’s steps slowed in a overcautious way as the passed the Nurse’s office, not hearing the scratch, scratch of a nail-file doing its job, but the sound of talking between two people. Boys, obviously enough. He would’ve walked right on by if not for the familiar feeling of irritation that would only arise near a certain scoundrel. Kazuhiko eyed the door to deny his suspicions, briefly releasing Jonaton’s hand. There was a bit of an accent to the voice, none too thick, but still there so that one would be able to tell of a foreigner. He bit his tongue, practically scowling as he briskly walked onward, inattentive to whether Jonaton followed or not. “That.. that.. baka! He even bothers to return to this school? Someone like that has more fortune in prison,” He commented bitterly as they left, throwing all traces of Princely sense out of the window. Kazu hated that voice almost more than he hated broccoli, but not as quite. Broccoli was still disgusting as ever. Regardless of his displeasure towards the green vegetable, Kazuhiko was proud with himself for being able to find his way to the office without causing much confusion; his steps were probably a little quick, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if he had lost Jonaton somewhere in between the entire trip. Ms. Hiyama was probably tucked away in her office, doing whatever odd things she may do, so he shuffled on forward to the new secretary as she clicked and typed on some sort of document on her slick, new computer that they got the year before. Her eyes never left the screen, and Kazuhiko found it a bit unnerving when she asked about his reason for being there.
★xxx He cleared his throat, flushing a pinkish color as he realized how silly he looked. “I came for a copy of my schedule, ma’am.” He said, speaking each word carefully and slowly. She seemed to sigh, the clicking of her fingers against the keys coming to an end. She turned in her chair, flittering through a few documents in a file cabinet. “Name?” Kazuhiko blinked at her words, taking a few moments to find his voice. “Mukumura, ma’am.” Her sharp eyes turned back to the metal filing cabinet, and after what seemed like less than a second, she pulled out a sheet of paper. When she gave it to him, her voice was acidic and aggravated, “Here.” He accepted the paper, skimming its words quickly. His room number increased, now up to 425 instead of having to stay on the third floor like in his Sophomore year. He considered asking for Jonaton's as well, but the boy's last name didn't come up in his mind, so it would be a useless cause.Kazu turned back towards the door to search for his room, hoping to run into the German while at it since he didn't really tell the other where he was going, anyway.