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Altair yawned, stretching as he trotted down the stairwell two steps at a time, taking two strides to cross the broad landings and continue down. Soon enough he was outside, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck, tossing his shiny black horns, golden eyes flashing as he woke himself up with a shake. He had to get moving. Carpe diem. Seize the day, and all that. He'd spent long enough tossing back and forth in bed clawing for sleep. Now that the bruteball team had been approved, he needed to move, and quickly. He needed to collect prospective team members before summer recess began and hand them instructions on how to train during the off season.

The incubus crossed the campus, heading towards the hub where all of the roads joined, inevitably going to see oddities and exotic species that attended the school. Who knew what would have the proper abilities to be able to play bruteball well? Altair was willing to give any creature a chance at this time. But it didn't stop him from mocking some species. It amused him.

The incubus was so tied up in his own reverie that he paid no heed to the boil running headlong in his direction, as his thoughts wandered from clobbering other teams in bruteball to the cheering of the lovely Fearleaders and how skimpy Fearleader outfits were, quite pleased to let his mind continue down that path when Jove bumped into him. The demon jerked, surprised, and reached out to grab the pup's shoulder with one clawed hand as he passed, spinning him around and giving him a shove.

"Watch where you're going, short stuff," he growled, golden eyes narrowing as he picked up on something familiar about the ghost boil. Something... puntable. Altair paused, towering over Jove, smirking. "Hey, aren't you that cat thing?"

Altair raised an eyebrow down at the ghost pup. Furry, floppy ears, childish haircut, those huge eyes.... Jack, was this boy some type of jailbait or what? He hoped there wasn't a ***** at this school, but knowing Halloweentown, anything was possible. Still, while he knew the general consensus on the snot was that he was adorable, the incubus could only associate Jove with the satisfaction he felt from nailing him with paintball during the fitness club matchup against N.A.P. And that little scandalized face just made him want to tease Jove even more. He had to keep the little dude in his place, after all.

Reaching out to give him a poke, he stepped forward and leaned over Jove, smirking at him, looming over him threateningly. "What's the matter, don't you know how to talk? You should apologize for knocking into me like that. How rude."

There was something hilarious about the way that Jove held his ground, as though he actually thought he stood a chance against Altair if it came to fisticuffs. The incubus snorted, the corners of his mouth twitching up in helpless amusement, and when he heard that little growl come out of Jove's throat he burst out laughing, a mocking, cruel laugh, giving the wisp a look of absolute superiority as he peered arrogantly down his nose at him.

"Oooh, does the little cat thing wanna fight? You really think you got a chance against me, kid?" the incubus bared his fangs in a gruesome grin, narrowing his golden eyes, glittering with malice and mirth both, spreading open his arms. "Here, if this is gonna be fair, I at least have to give you a freebie before I punt your a** across campus. Take a swing at me, midget, let's see if you hit like a ghoul as well as look like one," Altair offered brazenly, grinning down at Jove with all of the charm of a predator.