Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151229011006/@comment-26571677-20160103022831

He lay on the hard mattress, hands behind his head, and wondered whether he'd be kicked out on the first day. That certainly would be quite a stain on his record, and despite his shady look, he had quite the clean one indeed.

He heard the girl he'd saved from a gruesome fate talk to him, and slowly turned his head, seeing her ruby-red eyes. They'd taken off her glasses, probably thinking that she'd somehow hidden a weapon in there, not all very unlikely, actually, people could turn anything into something in this world.

"No problem, you would've done the same for me. Probably."

He remembered their awkward first meeting, and winced as his insides cringed. He needed to explain what'd happened. But how would he explain a twisting sensation without making it sound like he'd fallen for her? Which he very much hadn't.

"My friends, if I had any, would call me Asper, it's short for Amilanthior. So don't call me Asper. Trust is dangerous, I don't give it out to just anyone."

He turned his hood to her to emphasise that point.

"And I'm sorry about our earlier mishap, I swear I'm not a pervert, nor do I have a fetish for legs. I just had a strange and completely unpleasant feeling before I got near your table, and then it disappeared. So you can stop trying to hide your legs"

"Smooth"

"Shut up, brain"

"And you're a Faunus, right? I'll give you one tip, don't be ashamed of what you are. I...knew someone who was a Faunus...one of the kindest and most beautiful people I'll ever know."

His heart ached as he thought of that person, his mother, and he pushed the thought away.

"I mean, take a look at my eyes and hair, tell me that they're normal. Once you've realised that I'm not a typical human, you'll see, people and Faunus aren't so different after all."

He lifted his hood up for the first time since he'd arrived, and revealed his strangely tipped hair, and shining amaranth eyes.

"Pink eyes aren't so typical, are they?" He said with a wistful smile.

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Kinaver was feeling much better now, but realised how his reaction in the cafeteria had probably labelled him. A weakling. Easy prey. He'd prove them all wrong. Just give him a chance.

Now to explain what'd happened earlier...truth was, he didn't know, not one bit. All he knew was that it'd hurt like hell, and that he was basically immobilised. It had distracted him from all other things, so much so, that he hadn't felt those punches that the others' thrown at him.

He stood up instead, and walked over to the rather large girl. He was bored, and this conversation with himself wasn't going anywhere. Besides, it was better than doing nothing. So he asked the girl, ignoring the other two who were in their own little word,

"Wanna play cards?"