Welcome to Gaia! ::

The heeled boots clicked on the floor as always, Merel was curled up asleep on the top of his head as the boil yawned clutching a set of books for a few classes that he had deemed already unnecessary for the education he wanted but nevertheless required to attend. As Joachim made his way through the doorway he headed straight to one of the few open desk left in the back of room and took a seat and immediately began pulling out a small stack of sheet music and a few pencils before getting to work on them. Occasionally he would pause tapping his fingers on the desk as if trying to work out a rhythm of notes before scribbling something down.

There was something wrong, something in the tempo maybe, or maybe it was something in the chord that was completely off putting in the music as Joachim stared intently at the sheet of music. The page had clearly been scribbled on with various symbols, notes, and the occasional black mass of a mistake. His mind was so focused on his work that he hadn’t even noticed the voice speaking to him, it wasn’t until Merel pulled roughly at his hair that he looked up with a look of annoyance for the mouse.

“Oh what… no.. I am not a new student here. I am year two already if anyone is new it must be you.” The dark orange eyes scanned over the boil that had interrupted him, and despite the harsh words the reaper had to admit he was nice to look at. Pointless though, students like him didn’t tend to stick around too long, something along the lines of Joachim being too boring and too absorbed into his work and what not.

The look on Joachim’s face did not change beyond more of an even darken scowl in hopes to chase the intruder away so he could continue his work. “Of course year two students can, schedules here are arranged to the student not by the year they are attending. Was there something you wanted or are you done chatting with me?”

He almost included something about the rude behavior of wasting his time but Merel gave another sharp tug on his hair to remind the boil of his manners.

All James earned from Joachim was an even more annoyed expression followed by a disgusted sigh. “I am sure you will learn a lot more from your seat, whichever one that might be.” He waved his hand off into a direction of other desk still unoccupied at the time being. Merel on the other hand returned his bow with something that resembled a curtsey before pulling at the mass of curly red hair again.

The reaper groaned as he set his pen down forcibly and finally stood up, the look on his face however spoke volumes of how much he didn’t have an interest of doing anything. “First off it’s rude to ask for someone’s name without giving yours first but if you insist on pestering me my name is Joachim von Helmar and this troublesome mouse is Merel.” He gave a short bow, something that even his mother would have protested and returned promptly to his seat. “And no, I have no interest in showing you around the school as well if you realize that I am terribly busy why is that you continue to hover over me and refuse to let me work in peace?”