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Alexis had been looking forward to this all week. Intimate, alone time with his favorite appendage: the school's organ. Moving in had taken up most of the first couple weeks, and classes took up the rest. Though, by this point in the year he was already back to his old ways; that is, being physically there but mentally absent.

Then there was the roommate situation, mainly, the lack of one. He was assured that he would be getting a roommate, but there were some complications with the process. Unwilling to pass up the alone time in his dorm, Alexis gave into his calligraphy itch, writing letter after letter to his parents and former tutors back in Germany. But, of course, with one itch sufficiently scratched another one popped up; he’d been prone to these creative rashes all his life.

Alexis spread several blank music sheets over the keys and then started systematically sticking sticky notes covered with musical notes onto them. Once each note was stuck onto a page, Alexis shoved his glasses up his nose and carefully scrutinized his work. After all, what a terrible embarrassment it would be if the pews heard him play notes out of order. They were maple, and thus very judgmental.

Satisfied with the pages, he carefully placed his sheets in order and set to playing. The song was a depart from the ones he normally composed: slow, calm, and almost hymnal in nature. ”Ah. A perfectly perfect day,” he thought, smiling down at the keys.

A few seconds after he started playing a sacrilegious scream tore through the chapel. "THAT is not an organ sound!" Captain Obvious stated in his head and Alexis' fingers paused over G-flat. He rewound the recent memory in his head. Had he been hearing things or...had that sound come from the organ? Just to be safe he looked behind him, scanning the pews for any sign of life.

Nothing. So by elimination...

Alexis slid off his seat and carefully walked around the organ, peeking his head around the side to peer behind it. Despite knowing that he heard a voice, he had expected to see nothing. So, when two boys registered in his mind he stumbled back with flailing arms. "WH-WHAT ARE YOU..." Alexis cleared his throat, "...doing! Th-that's not a place y-you should b-be!"

"WHY ARE YOU...hiding?" Alexis shoved his sliding glasses back up his nose and crossed his arms sternly. Not because he was going to play the adult, but because they had question his reason for his playing. People played guitars on street corners all the time! And in their rooms! What was wrong with playing an organ in the middle of the day, huh?! It was a valid instrument just like anything else! They probably wouldn't be so judgmental if it had been a piano! Always such a bias against his large lovely.

Of course, Alexis didn't go on his long practiced tirade of organ bias, but instead just grunted in annoyance. "I just felt like playing. But let me ask you this, sirs, if you're hiding, probably because you're in trouble, why would you go in a chapel of all places?" There was an air of confidence around Alexis, something not that common. Sure his current spine was built up from annoyance, but at least was something.

"P-PORN STASH?!" Alexis took a half step back as though he'd been shoved, his cheeks lightly flushed. He shoved up his glasses again out of habit and half-turned his body away from them. "Wh-what are you d-d-doing with p-p-p-p...whatever" He gave up trying to say the word again and huffed. It wasn't that uncommon he supposed. And their logic made some sense?

...wait did he just call him a creepy freak.

"I AM NOT A CREEPY...freak," he stated angrily and glared back above his glasses, then through them as he pushed them up again. "And I didn't expect sinful boys to go into a house of GOD," he countered in his head, only remaining silent as the better half of this pair apologized and stated what he was going to say.

"H-hello Marlo," he said politely despite the stutter, bowing his head slightly to the boy. "Elzo," he stated coldly, glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. Alexis, holding a grudge? Naaaah. "I am Alexis Brecht." He would've liked to say it was a pleasure meeting them, but the truth was that it wasn't really. They had interrupted his organ playing after all.

"So...how did they...um...f-find...it? D-do they r-really search through the r-rooms?" A sense of panic tightened his throat and made his stomach flop uncomfortably. "WHAT IF THEY FIND MY CALLIGRAPHY. WHAT WILL I DO THEN?!" he thought frantically.

Each statement that came out of Elzo's mouth seemed to act as a physical shove, making Alexis nervously stumble over himself. "WH-WHAT?! WHY WOULD...you assume th-that?! Besides! G-gay men have......th-that stuff t-too!" He shoved his glasses up once more, despite the fact they weren't falling off his face. It was a compulsive gesture, and helped him stall for time, even if it was only a second or two. "And S-SOME of us can c-contain...I AM NOT CREEPY!" He yelled with a very mature foot stomp and then turned around, stress and agitation vibrating up and down his spine.

"TheorganisnodifferentfromapianooraguitarSOLAYOFFIT." The words came through clenched teeth and he stood in silence for exactly ten seconds as he counted and breathed in and out deeply and slowly. His mind was focused on drawing the numbers in calligraphy in his head and not on Marlo's words. He picked up a few snippets of it, but most of it just breezed through him, and a good thing too since there had been that familiar prickling feeling at the back of his neck.

"No," he finally replied, moving back to the organ and carefully gathering up his music sheets. "And no again. I just find snooping without just cause terribly rude." Alexis paused, looking down at the music sheets. This song was tainted now, lost to him. He would never glean any enjoyment off it, not after the Xanis brothers and spewed their vile slander all over it and him. "Though I suppose they had perfect cause to search your room," he scoffed and mumbled "animals" under his breath as he took off the sticky notes and crumbled them in his hands. Such a waste.

"Sie können nicht zulassen, sie ihnen zu erhalten. Ignorieren sie es und sie werden besser." His old psychiatrist's words echoed softly in his head, toning out most of Elzo's words. "Hmph," he replied (if that counts as one) to Marlo's attempt to pacify him by identifying as a musician. It would've worked though, had Elzo not opened his mouth again.

Alexis clenched his hands into fists and methodically chewed the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. "Ignorieren sie es und sie werden besser...ignorieren sie es und sie werden besser..." The words calmed him down enough to unclench a fist and reach into his picket to pull out a prescription pill bottle. "It's a-actually The Counterfeiters," he mumbled weakly and shook out a pill, swallowing it dry before sticking the bottle back in his pocket. The pill, while obviously not chemically effective yet, seemed to steady Alexis. "It is not meant to have pizzazz. It is meant to be for the choir. A hymn of sorts."

"Hn. A good musician skills himself in all forms. And of course it's original," Alexis huffed, offended that he'd merely copied this. The thought made him pause in his sticky note crumbling and his hands set to work uncrumbling instead. "But...well. I do prefer my own style," he added meekly, deciding that he would stay polite and not stoop to their level by being rude through pretentiousness.

The girlfriend question threw Alexis for a loop and made him wish that his medication would kick in faster. "N-no I don't...and I-I'm n-not!" Alexis rubbed his nose nervously in the hoped that his hand would hide his blush. These were such intimate questions! How could they be so...blasé about it?! "A-and what makes y-you s-so sure I'm interested?" Alexis crossed his arms and gave Elzo the most stern look he could...which probably couldn't scare a crippled abused kitten.

"P-p-p-p-...WHAT?!" Alexis went stiff as a corpse, and when Elzo wrapped his arm around him he went as pale as one too. He hazarded a glance at the boy and winced at the punch. "B-BUT THAT'S," Alexis' voice dropped down to a whisper, "that's illegal! Trespassing a-and stealing a-a-a-a-and..." A fierce blush washed over his face as Marlo talked about what the guys would do with the panties. "B-B-B-BUT. I d-d-don't...don't have a need f-for...p-panties," he mumbled shyly, taking the music sheets instinctively and fretting with it in his hands.

He really didn't want to be taken as a pissy pansy, as they put it, nor did he want to be teased constantly...especially not by Elzo. The boy was a menace! There wasn't enough medication to have him be able to deal with him civilly. But then again...he really would prefer to keep his juvenile record clean. Sure Hillworth was known to house ruffians, but he would still much prefer to keep his good name untarnished. Maybe he could go but...not steal panties? Sure he would still be trespassing but that wasn't too serious of a crime, right? Especially since they're teen boys and it's an all ladies school...it would just blow over! Yeah, no one would go and make a big deal out of a hormonally driven prank...

"S-sure...y-y-yeah," he managed to stutter out. "I'll...g-g-go..."