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Adrian, who ended up spending the night in one of the various dorm rooms, was currently sneaking out of said building, shrugging his shirt from yesterday back on in the process. He had tried to clean up as much as possible, but the fact that he was in the previous day's clothes was a rather big giveawy.

Hopefully he could get home without running into anyone from yesterday, not that he cared but he figured better be safe than sorry at that moment. Glancing around first, the teen began to stride 'casually' across the lawn towards the front of the school.

Yes. Incredibly complex and spiffy plan...

Leslie had finally made his way outside, after dealing with that pitiful angry girl. He sniffed a bit, still distressed at being so completely insulted by someone he so completely didn't know. Well, life was like that. Sometimes you killed two teenage boys without being caught all in one night, and sometimes your grandmother was burned while you were doing it. Good and the bad, hand in hand. Even if it was hard to tell either apart.

Well, it was time to cause some chaos. Only without blood. That made it harder, but not impossible. First, he'd need water. And dirt. Possibly Jack, only Jack (a rather large black chicken) was at the hotel with his parents. He'd have to make do with the dirt and the water.

"Now, if I were water, where would I be?" The angelic boy murmured, attempting to figure out how H20 thought about things. He decided it was somewhat bitter, and that's why it was generally underground. He certainly couldn't blame it. Flowing like silk, he started to pace the grounds, wondering if there was someone to cause havoc on personally.

Oh look. A professor. "How nice..."

"Aaaa, hello," Yain blinked at the young woman who seemingly and suddenly appeared next to him (not that he was really surprised, frankly, he seemed to be a people-magnet when his personality would dictate otherwise. He vaguely considered shaving his head but decided this would only let them win.) "It's nice to meet you as well."

He glanced down at the pile of papers he still clutched, drawing a leg up to balance them on his best knee and beginning to fold the one on top into an airplane. "Yes, quite." He spoke to the one who came up behind him, launching the paper aircraft into the air. He'd have to clean all this up before Miss Elusiben caught him, but he wasn't too concerned right now.

There were several disturbing things to note of this Outside though. First was that strange boy standing and talking to himself over there, looking as innocent as a cat on fire. Yain thought a moment and was about to call out to him when an entirely different sight caught his attention (to his chagrin.)

Adrian -- ironically one of the few students he recognized by sight and application. He had half-hoped the young boy accidentally tripped off the side of the floating provice, but.. oh well. Still, there was an equally, er, disturbing air around him. Either he came from an incredibly dysfunctional family, to be wearing the wrinkled clothes he'd worn the day before, or....

"Hey, you!" Yain called, dropping the pile of papers to the ground in a messy heap and pointing vaguely at both boys. "What are you doing?"

Multitasking was fun. Except when other people were involved. Maybe if he stared long enough, one of them would spontaneously combust.

[Sorry for my slowness, I'm having difficulty keeping up with all of you all at once.]

Oh dear. His entertainment was suddenly getting swamped. That wouldn't do at all, he decided. Leslie, unlike a lot of teenagers, understood the importance of hard work. One had to work for what they needed, as life was not all fun and games. Thus, Leslie was willing to work for the person he most wanted to bother.

The blonde boy shifted his shoulders a little, brushing his shirt down to make sure it was free of wrinkles. Once he was sure he looked impeccable, he made his grand entrance. This involved walking, as though with purpose, to the ground now surrounding the professor and talking in a very loud, self-important voice.

"Excuse me, Mr. ... Yain, is it? You asked me to come by, didn't you? For a tour of the school?" He said over the noise of the crowd, meeting the professor's mix-matched eyes. "A private tour?"

He only hoped the professor could catch on. Adults were not always as intelligent as they wanted to be, and were expected.

Crap. Crappity crap crap.

Okay, he could handle this... Adrian tried to keep a calm exterior as his mine raced for explanations, plans, or something to keep things relatively 'kosher'.

Let's see. Fleeing was out, so was being truthful, like that ever worked.

He was closer now.

...

It might just work...

"Oh heeello~ Master Yain, or is it Mistress? So lovely to see you." His voice was notched an octave deeper, a seductive smile was set on his lips, and for an added creepy touch, the teen moved his right hand under his shirt to absently rub along his bare stomach...

...and hips, before offering it to him in a handshake. "Never did introduce myself formally, but it seems you already know me."

Hopefully, if he played it right, the teen could once again creep the teacher out and send him shifting off into a corner.

Adrian made sure to let his eyes roam freely, lingering below the waist with a 'absent' chew of his lower lip.

Maybe he'd add some heavy breathing later.

Yain stared down at Adrian's offered hand in obvious distaste, resisting the immediate reflex to smack it away. Not good to abuse students, no matter how much they obviously asked for it. Of course, Adrian seemed like the kind of boy who would.. enjoy it.

He took a moment to shiver, before taking a look around at the growing crowd and wincing. At this rate, he'd never be able to properly talk to the boy, unless--

Oh, and there was the matter of the other creepy one. The blond one was staring at him now, and said something about a private tour. A private tour? --Oh no, no no no, maybe it was just Adrian's prescence alone but that conjured up some vaguely disturbing images.

If there was at least one other person there, though, he could handle it...

"Eyes up, hands in your pockets, follow me." He snapped to Adrian without thinking, gesturing wordlessly to Leslie to do so likewise before turning to stalk back inside the main building. So much for his outside time.

It was only a few minutes later he realized that he just invited the two boys he had previously decided he never wanted to be alone with. He hissed something under his breath that sounded suspiciously vulgar and, backing up, slammed the back of his head against the wall. That wasn't really smart either, in retrospect, but the numbing pain and the accompanying dizziness made things sliiiiiiightly more bearable.

Leslie blinked, and then chuckled a bit. Well, this man was certainly interesting. He strode a bit closer to the profesor, though gave him a couple feet of space. Sometimes the pretty ones, Leslie knew well, were very skittish. Plus, if he creeped out a possible future teacher too much, that might have consequences Leslie did not need to deal with.

"I was simply trying to steal you from the crowd. I didn't mean to give you a fit," The blonde purred politely, glancing over at the other boy the professor had invited along. Protection perhaps? Did everyone know Leslie was dangerous right off? It was horrible, he had absolutely no one to surprise anymore. Had someone posted a 'has killed people' sign on his back or something. Quickly, Leslie thrust a hand to grope at his back a little, just to make sure.

He was briefly distracted as a small rust red cat hopped onto his shoulder. Barnaby had been off chasing mice again, apparantly, and was quite interested to see a professor as well. They were a rare breed.

Is this the first one?

"Yes. I believe so."

And~

It worked! The obvious lecture/questioning that had been brewing within the professor was gone, replaced by an obvious repulsion. Just what the doctor had ordered.

"Hmm...?" He murred languidly, taking his time to bring his eyes up like Yain had ordered, smirking slightly. "You sure you want my hands in my pockets Ma'am?"

Hinting at the myriad of possibilites that could come from this action, Adrian followed the teacher no less, finally giving a glance over to the other boy...

And his p***y cat.

Since the blonde offered no name, neither did Adrian, who instead raised an eyebrow at the hissing, eyes widening with the clunk that procured from the impact. "Beautiful." He muttered in Ancient Greek, chuckling to himself before purposefully invading Yain's personal space.

"Aaah, no." Yain sideglanced towards the blond one who approached, rubbing the back of his head where he'd smacked it. "I'm entirely overreacting, really." He ignored the young mutterings of a child behind him, not eager to deal with anyone else at the moment.

...He seemed nice. Better than Adrian, at the very least. "You already know my name, I know, but in the interest of recieving a reciprocal introduction... I'm Yain."

He deliberately stepped away from Adrian, continuing to wonder what sort of lapse of sanity made him decide that inviting him along was a good idea. Aliens, it must have been. His judgement had always been good (or so he'd like to continue to believe.) "'Sir' will suffice." He snapped in response, almost immediately glancing down at the dark-skinned boy's pockets when he mentioned them.

<Bad idea.> He snapped his gaze up, eyes narrowing slightly. "Better in your pockets than on me."

..Now, why were they here again? Yain turned his back on Adrian, hoping that this would create an obvious window of escape for him away from this place (and off the cliff, into the ocean, back into the deep depths of that from which he came.) He visibly brightened at this train of thought, only giving a moment's consideration to yet another prospective student who approached him.

"Are you stupid or what?" He said brightly, tone not at all matching the sincerity of his words. "Run! Save yourself!" He gestured wildly. "Oh, and this tour is by invitation only. Maybe if you had twenty bucks I'd let you come, but I think I've snapped enough for today otherwise. Come along gentlemen, allow me to bore you out of your minds."

And without giving a second glance, the professor dazedly slunk down the hallway, intending to lead to a more.. private place. The purpose of the tour, right? At this point he'd take his chances with these two boys (or just one, if Adrian was at all cooperative) rather than risk being smothered by another sudden gang of student-ninjas leaping upon him.

"My name is Leslie Ezekiel," The blonde boy offered, hand raising over his shoulder to pet his familiar lightly. He was rather amused by the professor's actions, and somewhat intrigued by Adrian's. How silly, was the teacher having an affair? Or was the student just being too... personal? If Leslie hadn't been so busy killing people early on, he would probably be the type to watch soap operas.

He kept politely quiet for the moment, simply following after the pale teacher as instructed. For a moment his eyes settled on the other, apparantly applying, student. He made no secret of the look, and was just as blunt when he looked away. In other words, at the moment Adrian was of no consequence to Leslie. The other boy could feel free to do as he liked.

Yawning lightly behind a hand, he decided just to watch his possible future professor. White hair, different colored eyes... Leslie couldn't help but be interested on a purely superficial level. Namely, the man looked cool. Leslie was the kind to go from mentally twenty to mentally five, and right now mentally seven.

Yain was cool. Follow Yain.

Adrian just snickered at Yain's bright tone and frantic words, eyebrows raising in a more mature version of 'nana nana boo boo' to the other girl before returning his attention to the professor. "So you are a man!" He exclaimed at the newly discovered tidbit, "...Sir."

Noticing eyes on him, the Simu cocked his head to the side and met the blonde's head on, raising an eyebrow until the other sharply turned back.

Attention was returned to following the professor for the moment, before he actually asked a rather 'normal' person question. "What do you teach anyways? Hairdressing 101?"

Well... It wasn't really normal, but at least it started normally?

"It's nice to meet you," Yain repeated to this Leslie for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He tried thinking back to the applications -- all twenty thousand of them -- to see if he could remember this particular applicant's. No, even the distinctive name couldn't help, all he could remember was this one application sent in by an apparent princess kitsune-goddess-half-angel-half-demon girl that made his brain explode. From that point forward, he'd spread all the sheets of paper out and played darts to determine the thirty applications he'd approve.

It was more fun than actually reading through the damned things, anyway.

He led them through the hallways, more specifically towards the actual classrooms -- a place none of the students tended to linger around for whatever obvious reasons. He'd heard Adrian's comment on his gender ('oh yeah? prove it.') but wisely -- for once -- decided to keep his mouth shut.

He couldn't resist twitching verbally at the next question. "I teach 'scroll reading', thank you. Though apparently it's mixed in with magic-theory and summoning 101, but oh well. I'll be your first teacher if you were accepted." <Pretend he looks like a dung beetle and be satisfied with that mental picture alone, provoking with words is a sign of weakness.> Or so to paraphrase one of his own supposed beliefs.

...Only a certain someone wasn't here to snark for him, leaving the sarcasm solely on his plate for now. "How is it that you don't know what hundreds of fangirly students already apparently do?"

Leslie probably would have liked Yain better if he'd known his method of application selecting. Anything that involved throwing sharp objects deeply impressed Leslie, even if someone was impaled in the process (in that case he would be deeply impressed).

"If you were going to insult him, I'd try something stronger," The strange blonde commented off handedly, not looking at the two but instead a painting of sorts hanging off one of the school's walls. It was a bit strange, because his cat was following his gaze, as though it comprehended.

Well, it did.

This isn't much of a tour, the cat commented dryly, shifting a bit on his master's shoulder. After a moment Leslie shrugged slightly, though not enough to dislodge the feline.

Still, Barnaby had a point. With another small, possibly forced yawn, the boy refocused onto the professor. "Is there a tour part... to this tour?"

Yain suddenly found himself with a headache that threatened to eat Manhattan. Most likely a side affect from beating himself in the head with a brick wall, but he much preferred to blame it on his current companions.

"Unfortunately I'm not allowed to so obviously verbally abuse students, not that Adrian honestly deserves my 'PMSing'--" he sarcastically accompanied this word with the appropriate quotation-mark finger gestures, "--anyway."

What a drastic change of heart. He blamed the aliens. As long as Adrian kept his hands where he could see them and his mouth shut, he was okay (then again, Yain would be fine with anyone who did the same.)

"...And unfortunately, I don't have a knife on hand to try anything stronger, as insulting as castration would be. That would get me fired." Yain rolled his eyes at this.

Oh, yeah, the tour. "Welcome to Somonen Academy. These are the hallways, where you go and get lost. Those are the classrooms, where I repeatedly blugeon you in the head until you say something intelligent. Library's on the other side of the building. Next building over are the dorms where I may or may not continue to blugeon you with three pounds of homework every day. That building's the gym, where other people are asked to blugeon you. And this.. is me leaving." He sidestepped into a nearby room and slammed the door shut.

He found himself seriously considering the possibility of becoming a nun.

Adrian just smiled, amused by both males with him at the moment, finding new [or maybe even some] respect for the professor after his rant, and while the long haired male... woman thing spoke, Adrian stepped back.

Again...

And again...

Until he was also on the way out, having picked up on that 'mmm throwing knives' look he had seen previously in Zanna's eyes many a time before, only there was a bit more in them.

Thus, it was time to leave... And shower, somewhere.

Yeah...