Day 41: Sun Room

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Haseo's steps were heavy with the weight of righteous anger as he was escorted into the Sun Room, his posture so sullen and reluctant you could almost hear the nostalgic cry of an electric guitar. He was seething, and though perhaps it was a bit harder to be intimidating while wearing the uniform of an insane asylum and flanked by a bored-looking orderly, it was not for lack of trying.

Unfortunately, his nurse seemed unaffected by the act, and even with the cloud of failing to keep "Kai" away from "Peyton" hanging over her, remained determinedly cheerful. She merely said something about receiving a lecture later on, ignored his retorts, and assured him that it would be alright even though his internet stalker was in the same building. For the most part, Haseo tuned her babbling out after that, dismissing it as hopeless.

"...and usually this would be the time children would be taking showers, but you don't have to worry about that right now. Now then, le--"

"Wait. What?"

"Oh, all the children seventeen or under are separated right now while the adults go to the courtyard..."

"Hey, I'm not a kid you old--!"

"Oh of course you aren't dear, but you're not eighteen yet either, now are you?"

Haseo resisted the urge to do something rash, literally biting his tongue to keep quiet. But upon having the bulletin board pointed out to him, he shrugged off his anger for the most part and headed that way, fully intending to get more answers than he'd had time to receive during breakfast.

Well... at least Endrance is in another shower group, he thought, Thank god.

[Closed to Tsukasa, for now!]

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[idolism]

We’ll, he’d been waiting for the punch line, and he supposed that was it. Friendship… huh. Almost everyone who wasn’t an enemy had leaned in that direction from the get-go, if they hadn‘t lost his regard right away for whatever reason. He was missing an entire category of males and females here. Except for Sheena, who’d been lukewarm (or way too warm, that was debatable), and Anise, who was interested in something else instead of his incredible appearance.

The vampire still hadn’t found a satisfactory way to deal with these people. Friendship wasn’t odd to him, it was just odd in this context. With these… non-vampires.

He let out a long, soundless breath, shifting from side-to-side slightly before sitting a little straighter. If he had to get up and walk away, was she going to pull a Wolfram and try to knock him to the floor? “Oh, I thought you were asking for a reason. About Landel’s,” Aidou explained, a little reluctantly, though he kept his tone even. His gaze flicked to the side, then back at her. No, this had the potential to be awkward, not to mention tedious. Just because he was lowered to the same level… wearing the same uniform, suffering the same indignities… it didn’t mean he was any more understandable then if he’d had the same cool, elegant distance of a Night Class noble. At least not in his opinion, and that was the one that mattered, wasn’t it?

That she’d translated that night’s demeanour to mean a provoked one wasn’t that hard to understand, at least. If she had insulted him, he could appreciate her more if she’d still be willing to learn what she’d done then. Aidou could reassure her that his thoughts about her weren’t so grave as that in reality; despite a perceived hiccup in the beginning, thanks to her blasé approach, physically she had managed to keep up and had seemed to focus a little by the end.

“No… no, you didn’t offend me,” he mused slowly. “For an impromptu partnership, you preformed fine. But it seems we have different ideas on how to wisely spend our time. I don’t like idle things interfering with my nights, and being paired with you was a way to fulfill a debt. I wouldn’t let a nonchalant outlook get in the way of something like that.” In not so many words, fun was an unacceptable distraction. He didn’t have to say it, but he added, “That’s part of nobility. Not going back on a commitment.” And then there was Aidou’s personality to take into account, where he would absolutely not lose his focus.

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...Note to self: awkward pretty boy is very cute like that. End note.

So she hadn't.... That was good, at least. Senna visibly sighed in relief. "I'm glad," she said, smiling. Sure, Senna could be sharp and hostile when she wanted, but with someone she had just meant, who didn't really deserve it... She was glad she had been wrong in that. Other than that....

She slid her hands behind her neck in thought. "I don't go back on things either. I just... This place is a little better than where I'm from in some ways. I guess sometimes it makes things not bother me so much. But it's not like I'm just playing around. Sorry if it seemed that way."

[idolism]

Whether she was glad she’d hadn’t unimpressed someone she shouldn’t, or something less imperative than that, he didn’t need to know. He shifted again, clasping his hands, and the moment was over; the explanation of things that were, to him, intrinsic ended with that. Well enough if she now had a better understanding of what he expected from himself and others when it came to cooperating with others at night. Anything more than that… was largely unimportant in the here and now.

His tempered face reasserted itself now that he had a better of understanding of just what she’d been after in the first place. The noble didn’t have a personal stake in the conversation, but it had potential enough for him to remain attentive enough to keep a bridge from catching spark and burning. As volatile as Aidou could be to anyone and everyone, every smart aristocrat raised in the right society new how to use his head when dealing with the sticky threads of acquaintances and alliances. He could be polite and keep usable contacts. It was both easier and harder in Landel’s--easier, because he wasn’t in a position to waste opportunities and so had to watch his step with others, and harder, because Landel’s made everything harder, including keeping one’s composure.

He blinked, observing her from behind a dark veil of lashes. “So you said,” he replied smoothly. He hadn’t forgotten. “The night wasn’t a waste, so no need to dwell on that.” Repeating himself wasn’t really necessary--he’d already told her what he thought about this place.

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Ah, babbling. Such was her curse. Idiot Senna, you had said that before. Man, this guy was unflappable. A change of tactics then. Maybe. A frown crossed her features for a second before she lit up with one of her bright grins. "Sounds good," she replied.

"Can I ask about you?" she went on, offering by way of explanation: "I'm curious. I haven't been around many high class people in general. Were you a prince or something? What was your life like?" Aware that she was still rambling even with a subject change, she raised a hand to the back of her neck, smiling sheepishly. "Or you could tell me to shut up."

[idolism]

He watched her frown, lingering outside of the two moods he’d already shown her--the distantly charming approach he’d originally shown her, and the intent focus he’d turned outward like the glint of a knife during the rest of their time together. Unconsciously or not, Aidou supposed that could be part of the interest that drove her. It certainly didn’t seem to be because she was simply enamoured with him or his lifestyle. Ah well.

Aidou had never hated talking about himself before, but around others besides vampires, he had to be mindful, and around others besides vampires in Landel’s, he felt a little less inclined to divulge on the spot with strangers. Even the harmless ones. The questions, though, were innocuous enough… except for perhaps the last. He could lie--and he did lie, so very often--but he wished this conversation to be as simple as possible. He had more important things to worry about; potentially putting up with lies at a later date would be tiring.

But surely she knew she’d deflected questions aimed at her, so even if he refused to answer, it did, in a way, balance. Telling her to shut up was hardly beyond him, either, but it wouldn’t be necessary.

“Not many people are on a regular basis,” said the vampire, a way of assenting to the queries. He then shook his head, enough to make his hair dance. “Not something so grand, either.” Or… obsolete. Even in vampire society, which was so much more ancient than the humans’, the monarchy had been disestablished, and the royal family… Kaname-sama… Aidou definitely wasn’t a prince, not when that title rightfully belonged to someone else. A B level couldn’t aspire to take a pureblood’s position. “I’m a member of a noble household, that’s all.”