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 Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 3:51 pm
A fairly old car pulled up to the gates of Sinful Wings, the two front doors soon opening to reveal a woman and a teenage boy. "Back again." Spencer Dowie mumbled, eyes looking around the place. Hasn't changed a bit. He added with a small smile. Though he always told his mom he didn't like the place too much, he actually loved it. He just feared that if his mother knew of his love for this school, she would find out that he had a small intrest in males.
He walked over to the trunk and grabbed his bags, then kissed his mother's cheek. "Have fun." She whispered, hugging him tightly. "I will." He replied, gently wriggling out of her embrace. He waved slightly, then walked through the gates. He placed one bag on his shoulder, the other in his hand. His eyes scanned the area, seeing some familiar faces, as well as some new ones.
It felt nice to enter a familiar home. To not be new, and be afraid of what would happen. He knew what was what, and didn't need to take forever to find everything. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground, watching his brown running shoes come in contact with the path. His wings weren't visible, for he had kept them tied down under the red and black striped polo t-shirt he wore. His dark jeans fit fairly tightly, but became a bit more loose after the knee. In a way, he wanted someone to just come up and talk to him. But in another way, he just wanted to stay away for the first few minutes.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 5:51 pm
“Yes, very much so,” he replied, tail tapping Mitsukai’s wrist before hesitantly wrapping itself around it, as though Moroi had become at least a bit more respectful of someone’s personal space. Just a bit. Or he wouldn’t have hugged the boy at first glance. The first time Mitsukai saw him, that was. If Mitsukai had been a different person, however, he probably would have tackled him to the ground as a greeting. While still being invisible. Which was just proof that he had more respect for this boy than he’d ever had for any of his other friends. And more than he had for his brother, his mother, his father, and, well, you get the point.
In the silence that followed, violet-blue eyes drifted across the campus, taking in both the new and old students of Sinful Wings. He didn’t really recognize any of them, from poor memory and lack of social skills, but there were a few that he could probably name. Which was when his eyes came to rest on Akuma, the boy’s appearance being enough to remind him of Johnathan. Strange, but true. When you have a best friend, it’s rare for them to leave your mind for a very long time. Meaning that he could only keep Johnathan off his mind when Mitsukai polluted his mind with a whole slew of random other thoughts.
As his brother ruffles his hair, he was thrown out of the trance, smiling as the man passed the two of them. With his hair getting messed up, one of the hair clips fell to the ground, making the neko blink once before shifting his attention to finding the cheap, metal clip in the grass. A moment later, he lifted it to eye level, the clip becoming blurred as he focused his eyes on Mitsukai. And realized what he was wearing. A slight flush appeared on his cheeks and he looked away from the boy, stowing it in one of his pockets. A sheepish smile on his face, he cast a sideways glance in Mitsukai’s direction. “Err... I let my grandma choose my clothes and stuff. This morning. And try to tame my hair.” “Hahah! New school, new start!” Damien said aloud to himself, throwing his arms in the air as he stepped off the bus. Inhaling deeply, he clapped his hands together, a smile alight on his face. The school was just up the street, but having to walk part of the way still wasn’t fun for him. He needed a car. Desperately. But, with having to send most of his money to his mother, and not getting a whole lot as it was, it would be many years before he would be able to get a car for himself. But, better not to rest on negative thought, so, he would go back to the present time.
Starting in the direction of the school, Damien was practically skipping, his arms out to the side, spinning in circles that were barely getting him anywhere near the school. By far, he wasn’t the most mature boy in the world. Or even in the school. Finally getting dizzy, he stumbled slightly, grabbing onto a nearby... gate. A fence, actually. The same fencing that went all around that whole of Sinful Wings. “Wow...” he said, staring through the bars as though there was something very interesting beyond it. Actually, he’d never been to anymore than the small public school near his house. So Sinful Wings probably looked amazing in his eyes.
Blinking a few times to regain his balance, he pushed himself off the gate and pulled a hair tie from his pocket. Pulling his pitch hair into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, he put his hands back out to either side of himself, and continued to make his way to the school in that strange fashion. That was until he ran into someone, knocking himself backwards, and to the ground. Blinking twice, he looked up and the blurred image of Spencer, who was apparently the boy he’d run into. Looking to either side of himself, he realized that he’d reached the gates already. And probably shouldn’t get a car if he was going to hit people so much. Smiling sheepishly, he stood slowly, crimson eyes looking away from the boy in front of him for a moment. “Ah, sorry about that,” he said, an Irish accent evident in his voice, eyes shifting back to Spencer’s form. “I really need to watch where I’m going a little better.”
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The Pancake Conspiracy Crew
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 6:24 pm
Spencer lifted his gaze, watching as the school grew slightly bigger as he neared it. But the peace that had taken over the male's body was soon disturbed, as he was run into from behind. He yelped, jumping slightly. He turned around quickly, only to see a male on the ground. He raised one eyebrow slightly higher than the other, looking over the male for a second. "Umm.. Don't worry about it." He said, smiling slightly. He was going to offer the male his hand, but he had already gotten up.
"I'm Spencer.." He said, obviously unsure of what he was saying, slowly raising his hand so the other could shake it if he pleased. Some of his British accent could be recognized, just like Damien's Irish could be. "You new here?" He asked, looking around a bit. So far, the other didn't seem to have any signs to show that he was different like Spencer. No wings, tails, ears, fangs. Was he human? But that wasn't what Spencer feared, what he feared was the reaction when the male found out he was an angel. Good thing angels had a good reputation.
His eyes looked over the male a bit, first to see if he was hurt, and then just to see his body. He tried to hide the fact that he was doing that as best he could. He just kept a friendly smile on his lips. He wasn't sure if he wanted to jump into anything right at the beginning of the year. He wanted to get used to school once more. But it wouldn't hurt to show a new kid around the school, right? Yeah. That's what it'll be. Me helping him get used to the school.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:26 pm
Kaji was tiring quickly of standing around outside. He smiled down at the kitsune, and said, "Its nice to have you here. I hope you enjoy your school year." He silently added the name to memory. Denkou... He seemed nice enough. And he hoped that he wouldn't see him again any time soon, unless he happened upon him again by chance.
He turned, waving at him over his shoulder, and continued towards the school building. He hadn't made it so far, when he noticed two others. He listened to their conversation as he approached. He paused when he was close to them, casting an eye over both boys with a slight smirk, one pointy tooth poking out from under his lip. He twitched one black ear, an amused look lingering on his handsome face.
Drawing another pocky stick from his pocket, like they were cigarettes, taking it from the boy in his mouth, and pulling the box away. Tucking the box within the folds of his bright purple jacket, the many belts he was wearing clanking slightly as he settled his hand upon his hips. His tail curled it self around his leg of his long pantleg, while the other was torn just below the knee, showing his tall rainbow socks. He was even wearing two different colored shoes, one a boot, the other a low-cut black converse. It was odd how someone so professional on his off days dressed so strangely and somehow managed to not look like a complete idiot. He reached up and shifted a scarf tied around his upper arm, the pocky stick almost falling from his mouth.
He didn't speak to them, merely watched in his amusement.
The angel smiled. The familiar gesture of having the boys neko tail wrapped around his wrist amused him. He had kind of missed it. While they were together it seemed to symbolize something like togetherness, or at least that the boy wasn't about to go running off at any moment. As long as they had been together, Mitsukai was rather surprised that he hadn't left him before. He wasn't the most interesting of people, yet Moroi had managed to put up with him. Thats probably why he had come to trust him so quickly back in his more anti-social days.
His crimon eyes flicked up, watching the older man pass. The headmaster. He didn't know him well, but he knew that he was Moroi's long lost older brother or something. Just the fact alone that he had abandoned the neko somehow made him resent the man just a little. He shouldn't dislike people he barely knew, but he couldn't help it. He heaved a sigh, and looked back at the clip Moroi now held in his hand.
The blush on the shorter boy's cheeks was almost enough to make him want to hug him, a strong reaction he didn't feel often. He blinked this away, an odd itching feeling invading the space on his back between his shoulder blades. All summer he was having more and more diffculty containing his wings. They kept making themselves known suddenly, randomly, causing Mitsukai to several times throw himself into the restroom, or even worse, a near by clothing rack. Talk about embarassing.
"Your grandmother?" he asked, amusement creeping into his usually dull tone. That thought alone caused him to chuckle. He could see an old woman doting on the boy, dressing him up for the first day of school. He was very pleased that he was finding a place in the world. "Its a bit strange, but it looks cute on you."
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:53 pm
((Ack. I'll reply tomorrow, Cashie! Promise. ~huggles~)) “Yeah, I’m new here. Damien Webster,” he said in reply, taking the other boy’s hand in his own and shaking it briefly, before letting it slip out of the other’s grip to fall to his side. Crimson eyes drifted up and down Spencer’s body lazily, almost seeming uninterested. That was a pathetic facade for the ebullient boy to use for once, saying as how it wasn’t blending with the grin on his face. So maybe he’d found someone to stick to these first few days, eh? Unless something [meaning someone] else caught his interest. Which, now that he thought about it, was about a fifty-fifty chance. Or less than that on Spencer’s behalf. Because there were the other students, and there were his students. And, actually, there were the teachers, but he was far from interested in having any sort of relationship between them.
When his eyes moved back to connect with Spencer’s, and he realized the other boy’s eyes were drifting, he smirked slightly. Posing with his hands on his hips, he stuck his tongue out at the boy slightly, eyes not straying from where they were watching. “Like whatcha see?” he asked, sounding very egotistical. But of course, he always came off that way. It was in his nature. Or something to that effect. Though, he never really wore anything that was very form-fitting. Take what he had on now, for instance. A loose, blood-red jacket that had been done up only part of the way and a matching pair of pants that flared at the bases, kept up by his not-so-curvy hips. ((Blah. Not my best. And now, I must leave the roleplay and take a shower. Then- I have to go to school. Tomorrow. Curses. Well, night!))
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 8:08 pm
Denkou nodded happily as the headmaster walked off. "Oh, I will." He mumbled to himself, smirking in a way of his. One that suggested that he was planning something. Who knew what, it was highly likely that the blonde under the tree didn't even know, but it would be something. He was going to enjoy his school year a lot. He hadn't done much the year before; Still getting used to the school rules, memorizing the locations of everything, etc. But, this year would be more fun for the kitsune.
Sighing, he shifted the blindfold around his left eye out of sheer boredom, wanting to take it off, but not wanting to. That eye was weird, and contrasted sharply with the one on the right. He wasn't planning on removing the cloth in public anytime soon.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 8:30 pm
Spencer's eyes watched their hands shake, but was fine when the hands parted. He wasn't one of those boys who would blush by having his hand touch another's. Sure he was shy, but he wasn't that shy. Those people always seemed to bother him. His eyes glanced up to Damien's, seeing that he too was letting his eyes drift. He didn't seem to like what he saw, which made Spencer even more uneasy. He didn't like people who just went after looks, but he didn't want to be with someone who thought he was drop-dead ugly. But he still let his own eyes wonder, and he couldn't help but judge the male by his posture, clothing, and attitude. He always did that, even though he hated to be judged himself. Bad habit.
When Damien asked Spencer if he liked what he saw, a look of shock took over his features. His eyes looked up to Damien's, and she shook his head quickly. "I-I" He stammered, trying to figure out exactly what to say. "I'm not.. Gay.." He said, hoping in his mind that it was true. He blinked rapidly, then just turned around. "Sorry." He mumbled, slowly starting to walk. He kinda hoped the the other wouldn't mind, and would actually ask him to stay. But he was still embarassed that he had noticed him looking over his body. He wasn't sure why he did that in the first place, he usually didn't.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 8:36 pm
Akuma watched the adult with a confused look on his face. Why in the world is he wearing two different colored shoes and socks? He asked himself, the pocky stick still in his mouth. He turned and began to watch Denkou.
He figured Denkou was kind of strange. For one thing, he was wearing an unneeded eyepatch. And then he shifted the patch to a different eye. So he was just wearing it for fun? He then shifted his two-toned gaze to the one guy who said he wasn't gay. He looked pretty interesting. Maybe, when he wasn't in such a good sounding conversation, he would pounce him next. It was an easy way to get an aquantance.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 6:21 am
“Well, makes one of us, at least,” Damien commented, skipping after the boy. He fell into pace beside the other, putting both hands behind his head and interlacing his fingers in a relaxed-ish posture. Okay, so he wasn’t either. Not really. Somewhat. Now he was confusing even himself in this conversation. Instead of voicing his thoughts aloud, however, he simple decided to stare in front of himself, a curious expression on his fairly tanned face.
Crimson eyes tripped over the form of who appeared to be one of their teachers. Very mix-matched at that. And he had... ears? And a tail. Cat ears and a tail? Now he was more clueless than he usually was, and he didn’t really like it. Not realizing that it would be considered staring, he slowed his walking pace until he might as well have stopped entirely, curious eyes watching Kaji. Lifting a hand from behind his head, he tugged at a loose strand of his black hair, it being in the same ears as one of the headmaster’s ears was, his other hand dropping to the side. Never once in his life had he seen any being like a neko -or anything else- before. So, of course, he was curious as a newborn kitten.
After a moment of staring after the teacher and his strange appearance as though he were a hypnotist, he realized what he was doing and caught back up with Spencer. He couldn’t help but glance back one other time before forcing himself to just pay attention to where they were going. “Ah, Spencer? There are more than just humans here, aren’t there?” he asked, trying not to sound rude in the least, though the way the question was asked almost made him sound scared. Cursing himself mentally, he let his hand fall back to his side, not bothering to tuck the stray strand of hair back into the ponytail. It wasn’t that he was scared or uncomfortable or anything, more that he was... confused. Oh, so confused. The sheepish smiled lingered on Moroi’s face after the other boy’s statement, whether it was because of the compliment or still what he was wearing. Most likely, it was both. Oddly enough, it was rare for him to really care what he was wearing, but wearing something his grandmother had picked out for him, as well as the fact that it was pink, actually did make a bit of a difference. Violet-blue eyes went back to his shoes as he pointed the toes toward each other, a normal smile returning to his face as the blush faded.
He looked up from the ground in front of himself to, again, let his eyes drift around what of the campus they could see. Noticing a boy staring at his brother, he cocked his head to the side, still watching the two of them almost warily. As though he was supposed to be looking after his brother rather than the other way around. Lifting a hand, he tugged on one of his ears in the same fashion the boy had tugged on his hair, though it looked rather strange when the cat ligaments were invisible. Speaking fo which...
“Mitsukai?” he asked, looking up at the other boy, a curious expression on his face. The same one that he wore so often. “I’ve noticed... I’ve let you see my ears and tail, but I’ve never seen your wings.” As though to accentuate this point, he flicked both ears backward, making them visible for a short moment before they vanished yet again, his hand back at his side. There was another thing he’d learned. Instead of having to make both ears and tail visible, he could make only one of them visible at will. It was a lot easier for him that way. Coming back to the conversation, another sheepish smile crawled to his face, as well as a light flush dusting his cheeks. Wasn’t he easily embarrassed that day? “That is... if you have wings...” ((Hah! I said I’d post tomorrow [today]. Yay me.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:25 am
[ Yay you! xD ]
Spencer heard what the other had said, and figured that he was gay. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it wasn't. But now that he had told Damien that he wasn't, there was probably no chance that anything would ever happen. He made a mental note to not tell others that he wasn't gay, but not to tell them that he was, either. He was ashamed, in a way, to be bi-curious. He figured that after spending a whole year at an all-boys school, he would have figured out if he was or not. But still, he searched for an answer to exactly what his sexuality was.
His eyes looked over to the headmaster, who he had never really talked to much. He had seen him maybe once or twice the previous year, but never got around to actually talking to him. Like his eyes, his clothing was mismatched. A smirk tugged at Spencer's features, as he looked over the clothing. In fear of looking like he was checking out the older man, he shifted his gaze to stare at the school.
It felt kinda nice to have Damien still by his side. Truthfully, he didn't want to be all alone for the first few days. Though he liked having some time to himself, he didn't always like being the outcast. Sure he had gotten used to it, but it wasn't a nice feeling. Silence had fallen upon the two, but Spencer didn't mind. However, the silence was soon broken when Damien spoke. "Much more." He replied with a small smile. "No need to worry though, you'll get used to it." He added, looking over to the other. He had gotten used to it quite quickly. But then again.. He wasn't human.
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2 Dimensional Romance Crew
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:38 pm
Crimson eyes eased open as the English teacher, Roxy Erasmus, awoke lying on top of his desk. He yawned, lifting his head from the keyboard of the computer, his hand groping around in the darkness for his bottle of sake, hoping to relieve the aching pains of his hung-over body. Despite his drinking habits, Roxy never got drunk, and held his liquor well. As a result, he drank often almost daily, and woke up with drilling headaches.
Perhaps this was the cause of his sour, temperamental moods. Though at the moment, he was feeling neutral. He sat up, arms at his sides, palms resting on the wood of the desk beneath him, legs underneath his body. He couldn’t recall what had happened the night before, as was usually the case. It had been for years. So why did it still annoy him so god-damned much? Blearily, he blinked up at the half-closed blinds, bright sunlight filtering through each small opening. It was the accursed golden ball that had driven him from his blissful slumber. Scowling, he leapt from the desk in one quick, liquid motion and snapped the things shut, flinching at the sharp, sudden noise.
Around campus, students teasingly called him ‘Professor Dracula’, due to his unusually blood-colored eyes and dislike of sunlight. He accepted the humor lightly, never thinking too much of it, but at times, it annoyed him to no end. After all, he wasn’t a vampire. Not even close. Roxy was a Nix.
The man tugged his long, black hair to his side and began to brush it, slowly, methodically, thinking all the while. His brother Nox was also a Nix, though instead of singing, he played almost-hypnotic violin music that enchanted the listener. What was it that Roxy did…?
A small smirk tugged at his lips. Why, it was his voice. Roxy didn’t sing, but when he lectured or taught, his voice soothed and caressed his students. The sound of his voice alone, whether he was teaching or talking, was enough to drive one into a frenzy of sexual need. Through his voice, the students experienced a vivid sensory thing, which was why Roxy’s pupils learned not to wear tight pants after their first day in class, and to wear mostly dark colors. Because his voice ‘aroused’ the young men, and by the end of his class, their boxers were a mess of precum. Yes, his voice was a powerful weapon. Why, just last year, his first year ever teaching, he had had several confessions of love (all of which he had politely rejected. After all, why should he adhere to their wishes if the only thing he noticed about them were their grades?) and so many un-admitted attractions, which he was absolutely certain of thanks to Valentines Day (on which his mailbox had been chock-full, and there had been so many others letters and gifts that the school postman had to set aside a bag just for him). At any rate, he was well-desired among the student body, since he was stunningly attractive as well as the whole ‘voice’ issue. This made his thoughts stray to his twin brother, Nox. They were exactly alike in many aspects, save their hair color (for Nox’s was a delicate shade of lavender), their eyes (since Nox’s eyes were more magenta than crimson), and Roxy was a bit taller and heavier. But they had the same face, the same shape of the chin, the same nimble build. And sure, Nox was lusted after as well, but not nearly as much as Roxy. Why was that…?
“It must be his personality.” he said aloud, retying his dark hair into a red ribbon that matched his eyes. Roxy, if much crueler, was a lot more outgoing, whereas Nox tended to hide away, hardly daring to speak a word. Of course, he had always been somewhat passive, but lately there seemed to be some sort of hardened sorrow. Too often, he felt like Nox was wearing a mask, hiding his feelings from everyone, including his brother. And Roxy didn’t like being shut out. Sighing, and still wearing his sleep-wear (which consisted of a very loose shirt, currently unbuttoned, and black, baggy, athletic-looking pants, both garments made of silk), he opened the door to the hallway, starting off towards his dorm an catching several lingering stares along the way. He picked up the pace a bit, eager to get there and change, hands itching for his black parasol…
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:49 pm
Daemon yawned, sitting up and looking for some form of amusement. He couldn't get into the music room just yet, due to the fact that it was locked, and he hadn't yet been given a key. Ah, well. It was good exercise, carrying around his heavy cello all day. Frowning, he lifted the thing up once more, muttering to himself, "Maybe I should have learned the violin instead..."
He sighed and turned around, running fingers through his dark hair, eyes landing on the headmaster. Ah. Good. He made his way over there, falling into step just beside him.
"I presume you are Mr. Kaji...?" he asked lightly, quirking a brow, and eager to relieve his aching back of its heavy burden. Instruments could become weighty quickly.
Especially if you carried them all the way from the train station... he thought to himself with a sigh. Daemon wasn't the richest man, or at least money-wise (since he was plenty rich in talent), and he needed money desperately. One reason why he'd taken the job. And he was too cheap to hail a taxi. Which annoyed him to no end, but still... a buck was a buck, and a penny saved was a penny earned... or something.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 6:21 pm
After about an hour of the car turning off and turning on due to an annoyed and angered Raidon a large black truck pulled up to the sidewalk drop off area of sinfull wings.
Rolling golden eyes and shaking his head Raidon step out of the pasanger seat of the truck as he recived a rather unfriendly good by from his foster parents.
Grabbing black and other color bags from the back of the truck he headed away from it,a screaching of tires could be heard as the truck pealed out of the parking area.
"Kuso shimatta..."
Raidon muttered looking around at everything, walking up to the gates of the school.
Dressed in black pants which started out tight at the top but got bigger like a bell. A tight black sleevless shirt,long black fishnet gloves that nearly went to his shoulder,random rips here and there. A long black trench coat with rips,straps,buckles,zippers,ribbons and chains all over along with random buttons, his hair was how it always was brushed and neat looking along with combat boots that went almost to his knees witch buckles all the way up. Finger nails painted onyx.
Gold yellow eyes scaned his surroundings trying to find the dormatory without looking lost at all... In his normal human form he tried not to stand out,though he knew his tattoos would make it so he stuck out a bit,though blue lines wernt visable at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 6:28 pm
Kaji looked mildly surprised. He shouldn't have, because as headmaster he should expect others to talk to him, whether it be for personal or buisness purposes. He arched his eyebrows and widened his irridesent eyes anyway. He had been distracted for a moment by a very handsome student who had caught his eye earlier and he had yet to speak to, but was staring at him as though he were a sight. Shifting a brightly colored gloved hand he made a mental note to corner him later.
Tilting his head slightly, one black ear lowered slightly, he looked the man over for a moment. His eyes lingered on the instrament case, containing what, he wasn't sure. He just knew it looked rather large and heavy and he thanked himself mentally for not becoming a music teacher.
"Yes, Kaji Ikshi," he said, with a sudden smile, that looked slightly smung, the pocky stick in his mouth breaking off and falling to the dirt. That tended to happen, after holding it in one's mouth for a long period of time, and it got a bit soggy with saliva. "And you are?" he asked, extending a hand to the man, although his eyes remained trained on his candy, as though the lost biscuit stick were really something to mourn. He felt the urge to get a lollipop instead.
He wondered with half lowered lids, if he should have perhaps looked over the lists before coming to school this year. He would then at least have had some idea of who the teahers and students would be. Unlike last year, when he had failed to do so and somehow missed that Moroi, his dear younger brother, attended that very school.
At the thought about Moroi, he looked over at him, leaning back slightly. If that blonde made a move of any sort upon his brother he would switch their rooms immediately, he thought firmly.
For a moment it didn't seem as though the angel were going to speak at all. Then finally, he turned and looked at Moroi, his crimson eyes holding a look of distraction. He was daydreaming again. It was unusual for him not to be entirely focused, and he mentally slapped himself several times for spacing out. He had, indeed, heard the younger boys words, however, and had been considering it.
He did indeed have wings. He knew they were there. They were making themselves known to him now, at this very moment actually. The itching intensified and he knew that they would indeed have to find their dorm room soon. He made a move, stretching his arm behind his back, as if scratching. He furrowed a brow, then let it smooth out.
"Ah.. Sorry," he said, hoping the whole action hadn't been too strange, however out of character. He prefered to stay poised at all times, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Since when was he desperate, he wondered wryly.
He sighed deeply, as though the whole idea were an important matter of thought. "If you'd like to see them, I'll show them to you sometime," he said casually, his monotonous voice picking up an odd note. "They're just rather awkward, and I've had a hard time hiding them lately."
He wondered then if his method of hiding his wings was anywhat similar to Moroi's technique at hiding his ears and tail. This posing a curious question, he made a mental note to ask the boy later, unless the boy brought it up himself. He was sure they were taught differently, but they were both still hiding something, rendering them invisiable. At the thought of the shorter boy's neko ears, he resisted the urge to pet them, however invisable they might be.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 8:27 pm
“Odd...” Damien muttered, his gaze following Spencer’s to the castle-like school. It was such a strange sight to behold. Almost as though he’d walked into a dream and was to wake up any second. But that wasn’t happening. Because he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon. He was going to spend the next however-many years at an all-boys haven, working as a private dance teacher [if the school allowed it]. Though, this time, it was a little bit different. What with the other species scattered across the campus. It almost made him nervous, but, of course, that wasn’t really his fault. After all, he had a right to be nervous if he’d never seen another being that wasn’t human, but appeared so. But what he’d just said...
“Ah.” The boy’s face flushed slightly, not wanting what he’d said earlier to be taken as an insult. “Or, not odd, really. Just strange- No, that’s not right either it’s just- I... I’ve never seen anything like it- them before and- And I’m just making it worse, aren’t I?” Crimson eyes turned to Spencer, giving himself the pathetic look of a sad puppy. Though the exact reason he was using the effect was unknown, it did fit with the moment. Somehow... Moroi smiled to himself at the older boy’s words, thinking over how he was going to reply. Though, it didn’t really look like he was doing so. One of his pale hands was in the air in front of him, slender pointer finger tracing the shape of a pair of angel wings in the air in front of him, a far-off look in his violet-blue eyes. It almost seemed as though the boy had disappeared into his own mind, falling asleep with his eyes still open. Slowly, his eyes regained their normal brightness, smile returning from where it had disappeared on his face. Whoops. ‘Good idea to try not to do something like that again.’
“Ne, Mitsukai? How do you hide your wings,” he asked, peering at the older boy curiously. The tip of his tail flicked the boy’s wrist in a distracted movement, one that would tickle most other people, but he wasn’t sure that it would have the same effect on Mitsukai. After all, he was pretty good at keeping whatever emotions he had behind that mask of his. Hard to believe that Moroi could actually figure out things like hat with his seemingly-innocent facade. Or... his innocent nature. Something like that.
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