Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150511214703

If a skilled people-reader had been watching Azulius at the moment Iris acknowledged seeing someone, he or she would have noticed a slackening of his eyebrows, while his mouth tensed up just a little. Clearly a man trying to hide his sadness, but it was hard to tell just how much.

If a skilled psychic (assuming such a person exists in Remnant) was watching, they would have felt that Azzie was more or less broken inside, and fighting off the urge to burst into tears, both from his latest rejection and the memories of all the other girls previous.

"I understand." Azulius replied, numbly accepting her hug. "It's like I said earlier:  People see what they want to see, and I'm not much better." He stood and began walking in the opposite direction, meaning either his dorms were in the other half of the building or he was taking the scenic route.

"Remember, Iris, we have a heist in two nights," he continued, calling over his shoulder. "So get some sleep and don't worry about anything until then." Azzie deliberately left it unclear to the Faunus if he meant worrying about the heist (as ready as it could be, he thought), her secrets (completely safe, it takes more than rejection to make Azulius part with a sworn secret), or his emotional state (in complete shambles, but he wasn't going to let her know that).

Once out of earshot, Azulius concocted his plan to get back to his dorm. He was certainly taking the scenic route, but dodging the teachers on curfew patrol was child's play for him, and he needed time to think. All he had to do was meander through the south gardens, climb onto the mess hall roof, and navigate some wide rooftops until he reached his hallway. Simple.

To Azulius's credit, he made it all the way to the mess hall's roof access ladder before the crying began. And not the usual, handful-of-tears, "Dust, that was really moving" crying. This was a full-on, inelegant blubbering, "Why is the world so unfair?  If this life was a game, I would flip the table" crying. He didn't much care if anyone heard him at this point, he had a good enough alibi and knew how to garner some sympathy. Through his tears, Azzie saw the moon, which appeared to be just on the borderline between Breaking and Pieces. A little too fitting.

I know I need to get going, Azzie thought to himself, ''but I need this moment. Fifteen minutes. Give me fifteen minutes, and I'll move on and forget that conversation ever happened.''

(Instead of Full, Waning, New, and Waxing, I imagine the RWBY moon phases to be called Whole, Breaking, Pieces, and Forming, or something like that.)