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Howl was not the sort who was prone to getting anxious when confined into a small space. However, when that small space was a school that housed mostly thugs and delinquents, the young lad could not help but crave some sort of activity to pass the time. He no longer had the ability to use the gym for fencing practice, due to the team being disbanded this school year. The Hillworth school library also was quite lacking and frequently too loud to truly take care of any studies he might have had.

With his roommate being called out on medical leave, it left the lad room to escape the campus without worry of being snitched on. Figuring it would be easier to wander the city as a Page of Neptune, the teal haired figure shifted from his school uniform into a uniform more suited for a knight.

Slipping past the confines of Hillworth, the lad found himself wandering through the city. Certainly, it wasn't exactly the most winter-worthy outfit, but it was sufficient for now. Plus, he had white gloves covering his fingers, at least giving him a slight bit more warmth to the thin appendages. He did find his fingers pinching the fluff of his quill pen, running them across in a manner to prevent frost from building up.

There weren't very many people out and about, but eventually Nysa managed to spot something that seemed out of place.

Some poor unfortunate individual in shorts. The figure wore a coat and had a warm beverage in hand, but from where he stood, it was difficult to tell if the person was male or female.

Curiously, he approached "...you are a senshi... am I correct?"

It was still a bit tricky to truly figure the gender of this senshi upon physical appearance alone. One would assume someone who endured a similar issue would be able to discern the genders on any that one met. Yet, alas, Nysa had been exposed to the same amounts of stereotypes while growing up.

However, there was a hint of a familiar accent. Letting the one subject slip away for now, the teal haired fellow mentioned "I take it you are a native of Europe, yes?" The new Page brushed a few strands of his oddly colored hair out of his line of vision so he could look this senshi in the eyes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it was agitating him that the gender of Sailor Athene was not completely evident at the moment.

It made it difficult to figure out whether to call the senshi "Mr." or "Miss."

Nysa's lips smiled at the senshi's confession. "I suspected as much. There are not nearly enough British folk out here in the states." At least, that was what his own mother would have him believe.

The question directed in his direction did not seem to cause any problems. "I do not mind at all..." He neglected to mention the senshi's name due to an inability to get past the need for a "Miss" or "Mister." In a cool tone, he replied "I suppose I did forget my manners earlier. I am Nysa, Page of Neptune. I suppose I was just distracted by the shorts you are wearing at the moment." It went unmentioned how the question of gender was also consuming quite a bit of his thought.

The taller of the two reached out a gloved hand for a handshake. At least with such a simple gesture, he could perhaps define whether this was a lad or a lady. "You must be absolutely freezing right now."

Even something as simple as a handshake seemed to reveal more than one could imagine. There was a certain firmness to the senshi's grip, something that men tried to teach other men as a necessity. Howl had learned the lesson well enough in the past, as had Athene it would seem.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Athene." The Page could finally be at ease, now that he had a title to give the senshi. However, now that he had discovered senshi's gender, it did bring up another topic altogether.

"I must confess, I am rather surprised to meet a male senshi. All of the other senshi I have met in the past have been young ladies..." The mention of the uniform didn't go ignored as the teal-haired fellow added as polite a chuckle as he could to the commentary.

"It would be a vain power at best, however, I do think that would not be a horrid request. It is intriguing to see the outfits that are determined for each individual." A single finger gestured in a near swirling manner in Athene's direction, as if silently requesting the boy turn around.

"...I am curious in general as to how one would even get selected for the whole senshi thing to be honest..."

In the kindest of tones he could muster up, the lad mentioned "My preference would actually be to call you Mr. Athene... however, I will suffice with using your title instead, as Sailor Athene." He was not familiar enough with this practical stranger to be calling him by such informal names as merely Athene.

A brow did loft slightly at the mention of the other male senshi the darker haired boy had encountered in the past. "...I was unaware that there was royalty amongst the Senshi. That is actually quite intriguing..." Nysa would not claim to know everything about the senshi, but it was bizarre that the media portrayed them as terrorists when they did not seem to be such in his own mind. His encounters with the Senshi had been nothing but good, and his very few scant encounters with the Negaverse had been less-than-delightful.

When the sash was held out to him, the teal-haired fellow glanced to the other, as if making certain he was allowed to touch it. Once he seemed to have the permission, his white gloves carefully reached under the cloth and held it up slightly so he could look it over more carefully.

"I do believe that aside from the fact you are cursed to wear shorts during this cold season, you do have quite a lovely uniform, Sailor Athene... the detailing on this is quite lovely."

Once he seemed finished with the sash, he returned it to its owner before paying his own uniform some attention. His gloved fingers lightly traced over the contour of the shell's on his shoulders, then moved through the smaller dangling shells as if they were chimes. There was a delayed nod before Nysa replied "Thank you, Sailor Athene. I suppose I also was quite blessed with a decent uniform. I think the epaulettes as a tad inconvenient... at times I suspect they are too fragile to be used in such a manner. Otherwise, I do feel quite comfortable in this."

The moment even the slightest bit of anxiety seemed to spew out of the younger lad's mouth, the taller of the pair offered him a kind smile. "As long as you are not insulting me, you may call me whatever it is you like. I apologize for coming across as formal, however, my own parents have always demanded I maintain as much formality as possible with people I have just met." Acting overly familiar with a complete stranger would have easily had his father swatting his hands with a ruler if he had heard of it. "It is what I am accustomed to, I do not expect others to be nearly as formal with me."

Having addressed the subject as fully as he was willing to divulge, teal eyes glanced at the quiet surroundings. "I suspect there will not be much action here today. I would venture to say that it would be safe for you to go indoors and warm yourself up. I do not imagine catching pneumonia would be the wisest way to spend your patrol."

"It has been a pleasure, Sailor Athene." With a nod of his head, he took his leave. The Page of Neptune had no plans to head back to his school at the moment. He was not chattering cold yet, and the freedom of the empty streets seemed rather soothing. There would be time to head back to the facility and suffer the oppression of Hillworth.

For now, he'd enjoy this quiet day.