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Sometimes, you didn't see a person for a long while. And when you did see them again, it could be either very good, or very bad, depending on how you parted last. Frost rarely parted ways with those on rocky ground, and Lacie was one who while he'd known her only breifly, he didn't think they had parted on bad terms in the slightest. Just why when he saw her again, he smiled, walking his way over.

"Lacie." A small bow he smiled before motioning to the bench. "Is it alright I sit? it's been a while since I've seen you around the school."

A small nod, Frost sat next to the young reaper smiling as his tail curled around him. "Pleasant enough. A few bumps and troubles, but nothing one cannot overcome. I'm running for the student council, running a club- all rather, well you said it best." Glancing to the school he let out a sign, though it was a happy one. "It is busy, yet it keeps me moving, active. I became a bit lazy for a few months after coming here. The activity is good."

"What have you been up to as of late? Nothing too nefarious I hope?" He said lightly joking. Lacie was sweet, he could hardly see her doing anything nefarious.

Frost, fluff butt and friend. It wasn't that uncommon. "It's not really. I mean, anyone could try it. It is... fun. Challenging but fun. I do appreciate the offer though it it not needed. If I cannot do such things on my own then I will not get how far I can go. " Tail brushed with fingers, Frost leaned back on the bench.


A chuckle escaped him at her enthusiasm over being nefarious. She didn't seem the type, nothing too serious at least. "Year two Hm? You didn't cheat? Is that how you've been quite nefarious as of late?" He was joking, still, he smiled. "Congrats. I actually became a third year not to long ago." He blushed. "I've advanced quite quickly. It's odd, knowing so many that I met last year then..." He sighed.

"I almost regret the exam."

He laughed lightly, shaking his head. "Ah, I tend to think things in complex ways. Moving forward is but one step of many for what I must do. After all, there will come a time when I must stand still to assess how far I have come, and how much further I must go. But-" He shrugged his shoulder, suit coat wrinkling just a bit. "That is not for a while."

SOaking up the warmth around him, Lacie's question got a lazy, relaxed smile. "That is hardly a favor. And... yes. The infamous horsemen and the fabled hunters." A small huff he leaned back.

"Well, since the fall of the isles the horsemen have for the most part remained in their little sanctuary, and we didn't hear much of hunters... at least until that october summer. Medea, the seemingly new leader of the horsemen misled us, used us as tool to exact her and the horsemen's revenge on the hunters. Though, many of us had but one goal. Rescue the few students who'd been taken captive just a week prior. We managed to save the students, though Medea attempted to use us for her own means. She marked us, and... Myself and Gene went to have the marks removed. After... we were back at Amityville." Ears fell back to his head.

"For a time things were quiet. Then... We had a festival. It was rather fun- thats was when I began running for president... But shortly after we found ourselves stuck in the haunted house along with insanity. Horsemen, hunter- no one was really safe. In the end some teacher came back, hunters driven off. Jack only knows what happened with the horsemen. Things returned to normal. Another festival, more holiday trips that apparently ended poorly, scarentines... and now it's just been small things. Blibs on the radar." A heavy sigh he resisted the urge to lay his head in Lacie's lap.

"It's alright to be scared of such things. But to ask, to take the steps to know is to better arm yourself for the future."

The tears had alarm. The boil hadn't intended to upset her, much less cause her such distress that she might cry. Worry and panic, a small whine came from the back of his throat, a second of feeling helpless. "No, no please do not apologize. I- I am not always the most sensitive to one's emotions." Reaching into his coat, a small handkerchief was offered.

Waiting for her, the boil reached over, hoping the simple touch of holding her hand might help.

"I am stronger than I look. As are you. Tears are a sign of a strong heart, of a deep bond. They are nothing to be ashamed of. Are you alright though? Do you wish for me to ah, stay a while?"