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Jaxon coiled his tail, 'sitting' on the edge of the grass where it met with pavement. He liked the way the dead grass felt against the underside of his tail and stomach, but the sturdiness of concrete at the same time. There was a thick, wooly scarf wrapped around his throat to keep warm, a hat pulled over his neko ears to keep them warm, the fur on his naga tail gentle swaying in the winter breeze.

He had been outside for too long, and his body was shutting down, trying to conserve energy, and Jaxon looked absolutely sour about it.

His arms were crossed over his chest, and shoulders slumped, and his mouth tugged down in a scowl, little fanglets peeping under his upper lip. Jaxon had done all he could to make himself comfortable until someone noticed him out there on the school grounds, or until someone noticed he was missing and came to fetch him.

Jaxon /hated/ this. Why had his mother decided to move here anyways? The place was freezing and above all else, boring as all Nine. What was he supposed to do in a place like this? Freeze to death while his teacher demanded he recite the components of plant sells. The hybrid would have laughed if he didn't feel his lungs burning from the cold.

With a heavy sigh, Jaxon's whole body quivered, white gusts of vapor rushing from his nostrils as he glared moodily at the concrete in front of him.

Jaxon had barely heard the sounds of anyone approaching as his mind started to empty. He had made peace with his fate. This must have been how he was going to die. It was a good thing he didn't have friends. Sure, his mother, brothers and sisters would miss him. Maybe. But really, he had made no real connections with anyone and so wasn't fussed over his own demise.

But then, a voice came. Jaxon lifted his crystal blue gaze and saw a smear of green before him. He couldn't make his eyes focus enough to function properly, the slits of his pupils thin lines against his blue irises. 'Come Jaed' it had said.

It must have been death beckoning him, though Jaxon couldn't move to greet it. Instead, he gave a half grunt, white wisps giving frost, fading tangibility to his noises.

Jaxon felt himself being tugged but couldn't do much to make it stop. He raised his hands to try and swat at the hands pulling him, but instead ended up holding someone's wrist instead. Next thing he knew, something had coiled around him. Was it his own tail? Slowly, his vision began to grow more clear, and his dazed expression was replaced with furrowed brows and piercing glance. "Myden?" he asked quietly, his body beginning to warm, feeling the blood in his body beginning to reheat. "Who is Myden? Hell, who are you?" Jaxon tried to push himself away so that the mystery person's nose was no longer pressed awkwardly against his cheek. "Who are you calling Jaed?" Now that Jaxon had his wits about him, he was feeling rather perplexed. Last thing he remembered he had been trekking across the courtyard to return home after PE had ended. Miserable class, that.

"Why are you holding me? Why are you so close?" Jaxon asked, beginning to squirm.

"But who is Myden?" Jaxon wasn't going to reject the scarf at all, and selfishly he pressed the second scarf to his face and throat. It smelled kind of musty. Was that just the naga's natural scent, or did she just not clean herself very often? At any rate, if what the girl said was true at all, than Jaxon was being a /little/ ungrateful. "I can help you look, I guess. I do kinda owe you." Jaxon didn't seem to want to address the fact that the naga before him was addressing him as 'Jaed' when that wasn't even his name. It was a bit irritable, but he could tell that the other freshling was irritable themselves, and that two irritable kids wasn't going to make either of them any warmer. "Where to?"

Jaxon had kept quiet as he slithered along behind the rather androgynous looking naga. He couldn't tell if they were female, male, or other, and quite frankly it really didn't matter. Jaxon just didn't want to offend by assuming pronoun and gender. But at the same time, it occurred to him that he didn't even know the freshling's name. Then again, they didn't know his either. "Why don't you keep your window closed then? Especially when it's so cold. Maybe then Myden won't fall out all the time." To Jaxon, this person seemed very careless. Slimes were familiars ... and while they were odd, to be losing them and allowing them to fall out of windows ... it seemed irresponsible. Jaxon would have commented o nit if he cared enough.

When the naga halted and turned to tell him to leave, Jaxon shook his head. "You said you needed help." he said bluntly. "And ... who are you anyways? What am I supposed to call you? Or should I just call you 'Greenie'?" Jaxon's eye roved over the naga's form. Yes, they were very green. Even the scarf they had given him was green. Jaxon assumed it must have been their favourite colour, for it seemed needlessly excessive.

Jaxon scowled. Bismae, was it? Well, it was a name at least. But Jaxon liked Greenie better. It seemed to suit them. They were, after all, obnoxiously green. At least what they had said about the window made more sense than Jaxon had originally given the naga credit for. He was starting to think maybe the freshling front of him wasn't all there, but there did seem to be some sort of weird, twisted logic behind the madness. Though, their sudden shift in behaviour was a little off-putting. No reason to think anything of it yet, though ...

"Bismae, huh? Well, I think I'll call you Greenie for now." he stated quite clearly. "Now let's go find this Myden of yours."

Jaxon gave a long, tired and frustrated sigh as Bismae turned away from him. They had stared at Jaxon like he had five heads ( what a weird mutation that would be ) for several minutes, all shrunk in to themselves before investigating some bushing and calling out to their familiar. Jaxon couldn't help but to roll his eyes. He figured he might as well try and help, otherwise Bismae would be out here and freeze up like he did without their scarf. "What does Myden look like, then?" Jaxon slithered forward, past the bushes to try and look beyond where the naga was already inspecting. "That way I know what I'm looking for."

Jaxon glanced over his shoulder, his slit pupils suddenly expanding as he saw the rapidly moving gooey green slime bouncing and splatting frantically around. He had hardly any time to respond as Bismae shouted at him to catch them. The filthy thing was heading straight for him with a manic, gleeful expressing on its face.

Jaxon's eyes narrowed in determination, a small growl rippling through him, beginning to hiss as the fur on his ears and tail began to puff up and stand on end, raising his tail to strike. When Myden got too close to him, Jaxon swung his tail, attempting to disorient the slime before catching it up in his tail. It felt oozy and gross ... yet was oddly more tangible than he'd expected. His fur was still all puffed up as he slithered towards Bismae and handed off slime to them. "Here, Greenie." He said, picking up the gooey .... thing. And handing it back to them.