Fifth should probably feel bad for what he was doing, but he really didn't. The man had taken his 'friend's' portable keyboard a few days before, when he'd found out about his student today, and had transported it to his classroom. Turns out, from what Cat said, that he had been teaching Damien how to play the piano. From what Fifth had noticed, Damien had a total crush on this little Cheyenne kid. As such, he put the two ideas together and came up with the easiest way to teach a child how to play the piano: Making someone else do it.
Currently, he was listening to Damien practice with a few of the books he'd also stolen -er, borrowed- from Cat while he played his little handheld game device, waiting patiently for the albino to show up. He had made a point that morning to wrap the lights in purple cellophane, leaving the black butcher paper on the windows from one of his last classes to keep the kid's skin safe. Even though he knew there were people there in the middle of the night, even spawn weren't allowed to go there at night.
Honestly, Fifth was much more comfortable with that.
( Oops. xD I guess it's not at Cat's house now. xP )
