Snippet #2672018

Desiree had eaten a rather regular breakfast, the painfully cliched scrambled eggs and toast and bacon. The eggs had been perfectly cooked, the toast a delightful gold, the bacon crisp and without streaks. A delicious meal, as far as any typical human being was concerned.

But Desiree was not a human being, and as a result, she claimed a far more refined palate.

What she wanted was white truffles and kobe beef and foie gras and caviar. Preferably showered by golden flakes. Such meals had been common down in Hell. She'd feasted on the most expensive of delicacies, and her gluttony was never without delightful treatment. But down here, she was expected to fit in, to blend in among the humans, to lure in those perplexing seven.

But how could she, of all people, blend in? After all, a creature born for spotlight was hardly suitable for a position backstage.

After finishing her meal, she glanced languidly at the clock on her room's wall. Well... I guess it's showtime. Leaving the room and beginning towards her first 'class', her heels made a delightfully tuneful noise, hitting the ground in sharp, methodical clicks.

Sashaying her way to the back of the classroom, she took a seat, crossing one leg over the other and leaning her chin indolently on her chin, elbow propped up on the table in front of her.

Rin 'awoke' to the same somberness he was born to, a cool air and silvery light filtering through his dormitory curtain, not another living creature in sight. Truth be told, he seldom slept. With his abilities, he did not need it, and so instead of slumbering when night came, he would lie on his navy-sheet bed. He would cut off contact with the rest of the world, submerging himself in his own subconscious. He would allow the equations and analyses and perusals of the day prior to flow and integrate, and he would pluck the things of value from the mess, storing them away for future reference.

The alarm's incessant bleeping was jarring to say the least, a noise most unsuitable in the peace. But it was necessary, for time turned rather sluggish when Rin was left to his own thoughts. There was always so much to sift through, and if not for the alarm to remind him of the classes he need be attending, he could very well have meditated the day away. Or days, should he have been feeling particularly pensive.

Rising from the bed, he showered and changed in silence, slipping a jacket on as his hair curled in the damp left over by the lazy towel-drying. As he left the room, the door clicked shut behind him, and he was joined by a chocolate-locked girl as he made his way to class.

She looked as she always did, casually dressed, with soft sleeved that covered deceivingly slender limbs, and doe eyes touched by a shivering flame. A 'virtue', supposedly, but far more quick to bite than they were typically taught. Not like Rin, who constantly wore a cowl of composure, and whose own irises were touched by a certain chill. He didn't envy her. But he didn't mind her, either.

Ceire looked to him with a warm smile, "Morning. Sleep well?" Rin was usually rather simple in terms of banter and teasing, but he managed to catch the jest deftly. "As well as always." Ceire smiled wryly, a pinch of bitterness in her tone. "Lucky you, then. I was awake half the night."

"You're still bothered by our assignment?" "Yes. Well, no. Well... I just don't understand why we're doing this. What's so special about a random bunch of-" "It's not our place to question Michael. He's been alive long enough to know what he's doing."

Ceire frowned for a moment, brows knotting in thought. She brushed away her concentration in place of doubt. "You know, in their old age, humans often sustain to illnesses such as dementia, Alzheimer's..." "Indeed they do," Rin pressed his hand to the door, pushing it open as he spoke back to her over his shoulder. "But Michael isn't human, is he?"

Ceire tutted in reluctant agreement, before following him into the room. The pair were seated just in time for the teacher to run in, cracking a joke before beginning the class. Ceire heard a whistle behind her, and turned around to see Desiree watching her. The Sin winked at her, lips curved into a smirk, and Ceire scowled, whilst Rin either seemed to not hear the whistle or simply did not pay attention.

Ceire shot the Sin one last heated look before turning back to the lesson. This is going to be a really long day, isn't it?