Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13172690-20140626025213/@comment-11588669-20140626033018

Nox was not happy. Not, happy, at all. He had opted to leave the classroom after getting another failing grade. Literally, he had opened a window in the back, slid out, and closed it with no one being the wiser. The reason?

He had come out here to think, and he couldn't do it in a stuffy classroom with an egotistical fatass who thought he knew what a true Huntsman was. Nox had seen better men begging for food in the alleyways of Vale. But that wasn't his main issue.

Frankly, his lack of basic knowledge in history and Grimm Studies was pissing him off. He was so used to putting effort in, and getting success. He never expected instant gratification, but honestly, some form of turnout would be great. By no means was he stupid: For fuck's sake, he had memorized the entirity of the human body! He could strategize and sneak his way into a bank to stop a robbery, or to pull one off. But the mercenary just couldn't get a freakin' test right.

Nox sighed, and shifted into a more comfortable position. Rarely anyone looked up, and he found hiding in the trees helped calm him. Well, that and the flute he was currently taking out.

Bringing the instrument to his lips, Nox shut his eyes and began playing a slow melody.