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It was another regular day at SA for Juno. It was in the evening some time, maybe 6 or 7 o'clock. And he'd managed to sneak into the empty auditorium for some alone time.

He used to do it when he was a kid here. Sneak into the auditorium at night and have hours to himself of simply dancing. As usual, he brought his portable speakers and MP3 player. It was one of the best stress-relievers, dancing. When he felt stuck or bottled up, this is what he would do. Even as a kid back home on Tasea. It was something he'd seen his mother do, of course she never knew he'd seen her. He knew it was something private that she did when she felt upset. It was one of the best ways he'd learned to release his frustrations.

Lately he'd been thinking a lot about everything that'd happened as of recently. What he was doing with his life in general. And though he normally didn't like talking to anyone about it, this was one thing he'd always done in the face of his troubles. When he was back home, he would go to night clubs just to feel the bustle of people and the loud music. And at SA, it brought him back down to feeling like a kid again. The feeling of his inadequacy welling up inside him yet again.

This was the only way how he knew to express those feelings.

Juno hopped up on stage, putting the player just inside the edge with the MP3 player sitting in its place already. He pressed a few buttons and soon enough a strong bass came thundering out of the small speakers filling the ends of the auditorium with a faint beat. Up on stage was where it was loudest and where Juno stood feeling that rhythm course through his body. He stomped in time, he swung his arms in precise controlled motions and spun when he felt the desire to. He was completely absorbed in the moment of the music. Shrouding himself in the thoughts that were crowding his mind, then breaking through those with every reach of his hand out to some invisible force. It was the act of visual performance that made him feel carefree, the theatricality of dance that could allow him to forget his worries even though just for those few short moments.

The stage vibrated as Juno only just landed a flip as the door to the auditorium creaked open. Instantly looking up, he saw that it was none other than his very own student Galileo. What was she doing up and about in the evening? It struck her as extremely odd considering she seemed very much so like the book type. She seemed to be coming inside, but was stopped... But some boy trying to hit her up. Juno smirked, definitely too forward for a girl so shy.

But his smirk quickly dispersed as the boy quickly became hostile. Breathing heavily and adrenaline pumping from the dancing he'd been doing, added on the thoughts swirling around in his noggin... Juno was already not in a good position to be witnessing a bullying, or in fact teen grade-level sexual harassment.

Forgetting his teacher position, Juno struck his right arm out and shot a single paintball shot directly at the boy's hand. Even forgetting to say his usual 'bang' when he shot. When it hit, it made a loud 'PAH' sound and the round flickering ball of light exploded from the impact of making contact with his hand.

In one swift motion, Juno bent down and flicked his speakers off and had leapt off the stage. With his long legs, it was but a moment until he'd reached the auditorium doors where the two were standing.
"What do you think you're doing kid?" Juno asked in his usual cheerful tone, though his smile was no longer inviting or warm but menacing. How a smile managed to become menacing from him would have been reason enough to be scared stiff, as he was always very friendly. "I think a little detention with Black Blood ought to straighten you out, right?" He made a note of the kid's costume and was sure to tell BB the little punk deserved some severe discipline.

"I hope you realize that I don't tolerate bullying of any sort." And as an afterthought, Juno added "As a teacher of SA." He realized that he didn't look much like a teacher at all, nor did he really act like one at most times. So he could easily be mistaken for a student himself.

"I suggest you turn around and hop on off to bed," Juno said and with his hand still formed like a gun, pushed his index finger into the boy's shoulder. "Because from this distance... It's going to hurt. A lot." He said coolly with a 'that's a good idea' nod.

On the inside, Juno was still crackling with anger at what he'd just witnessed. You were at a school to become a hero, and this is how you behaved when teachers were not around? For shame. At least the kid would be easy to pinpoint later, that hand was going to bruise badly even from such a distance. It had hit him right in the knuckles, this Juno did on purpose obviously. He was tempted to shoot at the kid again anyway, but decided it would be better not to. And from behind his shades, his eyes were burning watching the punk kid disappear down the hall.

Juno breathed in deep through his nose, managing to contain himself quite well. He flipped around to face his student with his usual charming smile.
"You're never a burden Galileo." He said gently, but quite matter of fact-ly. "Though if you continue to say that, people will begin to believe you." He tilted his head and patted her lightly on the shoulder. "The important thing is, are you okay?"

He was normally very gentleman-like to girls and ladies in general, perhaps due to the fact that he had two younger sisters and was particularly fond of his mother (most of the time anyway). So when he saw other boys being disgraceful in any respect toward women, he felt appalled and couldn't understand it. If a girl didn't want to go out with you, the only respectable thing was to accept defeat or keep trying without using physical force. Clearly, the latter choice would have most likely been Juno's tactic as a youngster.

"Y-yes sir."

Juno cringed on the inside. He felt sorry that he seemed to be lecturing the girl, but really it was just a comment, an observation he was making.
"Ah, don't take me too seriously." He chuckled awkwardly. He waved his hand as if to wave aside what he'd said. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad, I just talk a lot." Rambling, mostly. At least that's what he was referring to even if she wasn't aware of it quite yet.

He seemed to be making the girl uncomfortable. He wonder how he could ease this situation up, though with his sort of personality that was evidently impossible. He was much too forward for someone like herself.

"Um, if you could point me in the right direction to the dorms, I'd really appreciate it..."
"Mm, so you got lost?" Didn't he say something about getting lost last time he'd seen her? He vaguely remembered something like that. "I was wondering what you were doing out and about at this time of the night." He laughed.

"Why don't you chill with me for a bit? You still look a little shaken up. We can talk if you like, or not if you don't like." He said with a smile, kindly waving an arm in the direction towards the stage.

"You're right, I just never thought about it like that."

That's cute. She was trying to reassure him. And though Juno meant what he said, he also knew that he was very much so a rambler. How often he said anything of real content was beyond him. Though he was pretty sure this time he wasn't just rambling, though now he was. However not aloud. This always seemed to be the case.

"I guess I get lost a lot... I'm just not good with new places."

He certainly did remember a conversation of sorts of something like this. Vaguely.

"Yes, I think that would be nice."

Juno smiled with relief at her acceptance of his invitation. His hope was that he could possibly make her feel slightly better about the previous situation or discuss it. You know, things about what to do when guys come on to you like that with physical force. He wondered a bit as to what she would have done had he not been there. Thinking about it infuriated him because he had a feeling that she would have been too soft-spoken to really do much in general. His fury about it was of course not directed at her, but to the scoundrel brat that tried to use brute tactics to win her over.

"What were you up to...?"

"Oh me?" He frowned thoughtfully trying to remember as he'd almost forgotten exactly what he'd been up to. The bullying incident blew everything else clear out of his mind for a short while. "Oh right." He laughed. "I was... Uh. Dancing. On the stage." He said sheepishly, though his attitude expressed no embarrassment about it whatsoever. At this point they'd reached the edge of the stage and Juno put his hands on the top of the stage in order to push himself back onto it, which was a simple and easy feat for him considering his height.

Looking down at Anemone, he held out his hand to her to help her up onto the stage. "Care to join me?" Grinning as usual.

He was glad to have her company. It would easily take his mind off of the things that had been clouding his mind earlier.

"Dancing?"

Juno chuckled. "Unfortunately so."

"I-I couldn't possibly!"

Juno was a little disappointed and playfully made pouty lips.
"Aww, what? Too awkward cause I'm you're teacher?" He joked. He knew it must be some form of awkward regardless of whether he was her teacher or not, she was such a shy thing. He hoped he wasn't frightening her, though that was probably the case. He bent half way down with his hands on his hips, "I promise I don't bite."

"You don't have to actually dance with me. But come join me on the stage at least." He smiled and held out his hand to her a second time. "What kind of music do you like? Maybe I have some, we can play it."

He was genuinely curious about Anemone's background. How did shy girls like this come into being? It was a mystery for him. She was so extraordinarily shy, but then again... Most people in general who were shy, were at the extreme of it. But that could just be due to the fact that he was always so forward and scared them right into their shells.

"But classical is my favourite."

For some odd reason, this did not surprise Juno whatsoever. In his thoughts he laughed about it, 'Figures'. He stood there thoughtfully rubbing his chin with his thumb, trying to remember if he had any classical music. He did have some, mostly piano or strings sort of music. And a bunch of waltz-y sounding stuff. He figured it would just be best to dump all those together and shuffle them.

"O-okay then."

It had near-escaped Juno's mind that his student could manipulate gravity. But then he also realized he'd told her that she shouldn't rely on her powers too much, or at least he thought he told her that. He could have simply thought it and didn't say it... Huh. Well anyway, he was glad that she took his hand to help her up. He gave it a little squeeze as he pulled her onto the stage, noting how extraordinarily light she was. He mused about how perfect that was for couple's dancing, like swing or ballroom. All those lifts and flips and you know, all that jazz. He also noticed that her face was getting slightly pink, was she blushing? Was that his fault? What was he doing to cause this? He was about to ask her, but then thought better of it. He was her teacher, and he'd invited her to spend time with him outside of class. Of course that would make a shy girl feel awkward and or embarrassed. Maybe it wasn't a good idea? Maybe he should've just let her go off to her room.

Naaah.

Once Anemone was on the stage, Juno let go of her hand instantly and strode over to his MP3 player just a few feet away. Thumbing through it and clicking this and that and that, he then placed it back down onto the speakers and hit play, also lowering the volume so it would be nice background music. He sat down on the stage and opened his legs wide, leaning back; his hands propping him up. His gaze went up to the girl.

Since they were on the topic of music, and for Juno that automatically related to dance, he asked "Do you dance?" It was simply out of pure curiosity. You could never judge a book by its cover, and though Anemone was shy. Maybe she did dance. In private, like he did. Though there were the occasions it wasn't all that private... Like when he used to go to night clubs with Seline... She was a lovely dancer... Smooth and fluid. No. Not the time to be thinking about that. He shook those images out of his mind with another question.
"What're your hobbies?" He tilted his head curiously at his student. He was really interested in knowing. He tired of guessing it was books and or other nerdy shut-in sort of things that were stereotypes of shy people. He much preferred to actually know.

He noticed how proper she was on fixing her skirt. It was a cute habit, at least he guessed it was her habit.

"Ballet, mostly. B-but, I'm not a performance dancer or anything like that."

"Why not? You should try it. You might like it." Juno said with shock on his face. He was never really that into ballet, but he appreciated the dance when others did it. He was too rash for such a graceful type of dance, and Anemone seemed to be just right for it. He was incapable of that quality of fluid movement. Though to him, ballet was very much a performance dance. You didn't start doing ballet unless you wanted people to see all that effort and work; ballet being very much a craft. The hours of work put in in order to be good were countless, almost just like his training habits. But perhaps he was assuming that Anemone trained in such a way for her ballet.
"... Ballet's meant to be seen on a stage, that's all I mean." He said with a cough laugh.

"What about you? Is there a particular style of dance you enjoy, Sharp Shooter?"

"Er. Hip hip, break dancing. That sort of style." He said with a smile and a shrug. His hands slid up and he was now in a laying down position on the stage, staring up at the high ceiling.

So she danced a lot. He danced a lot too. As did Seline... Ugh. He rolled around to his side so he could face the person who was speaking.

"I'm kind of a boring person."

Juno chuckled. "Well that's just an excuse for being too lazy to find things that interest you."
"I don't think you're boring at all." A sincere smile lighting up on his face. He yawned. This classical music was beginning to make him partially sleepy. He squinted at his speakers.
"I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm going to change the music. My selection of classical tends to make me sleepy. I really ought to find some more exciting stuff." At this, he wormed his way across the stage floor to where his MP3 player sat. Click, click and now there was a nice techno/hip hop playlist vibrating out of the speakers.