Snippet #1467763

Icarus sighs and soon begins roaming again. Loosening the tie of his school uniform (which he detested for the simple fact that he had to wear a tie,) He looks out the front windows as he passes, seeing the first of the day class students crowding around outside to glimpse the night class students. Their devotion was amusing, and at the same time ugly to him, since many of them knew nothing about the night class students except that they are intelligent and beautiful; and he doubted the day class was very interested in their intellect. Soon, he comes to the entrance room and spotted a young girl drinking tea."Pardon me, young miss, mind if I join you for a spot of tea?" He grins playfully as he speaks in his old English accent. Normally he kept his accent hidden, but an Englishman asking for tea seemed somewhat amusing to his twisted perspective.