Grumbling under his breath, the dark haired teen threw on his uniform, before heading into the bathroom. He knew his cousin Madoka would already be up. Sheesh. What was wrong with that kid anyway?
Madoka....Lyle shook his head rapidly, getting his cousin out of his mind. He didn't need stray thoughts today.
He brushed past the other boys on his floor, who were just as late as he was. They parted like the Red Sea for him. "It seems as if my reputation still stands," Lyle muttered under his breath as he entered the bathroom. He glared balefully at the mirror, all the while resisting the urge to scare the smaller boys crowded at another one of the sinks.
Finishing up his morning routine, Lyle grabbed his briefcase - papers sticking out of the corners - and headed out of the dorm. He stifled a yawn, as he began the walk towards the high school.
“Tsukiko-sempai~!” came a sudden shout.
Lyle moved out of the way as a redhead ran by him, falling onto the ground where Rue had previously been standing. Lyle looked at Rue impassively. Mutual respect flashed through his eyes. He knew she was another one Persona was keeping an eye on - hence the Control Device. But he hadn't talked to her much. He wasn't that great of a conversation starter.
He just walked silently.
- - - x - - -
"Ohayou~!" Madoka waved at the others in his classroom. He scanned the area, before hurriedly fixing one of the crooked desks by the window. It was then that he noticed a horrible, horrible, thing.
Wailing in despair, Madoka rushed to one of the desks near the back, as it teetered back and forth. Crouching down, the white haired boy stared, absolutely horrified, at the unbalanced desk.
"Someone get me cardboard." He whirled around, looking at his classmates. "Hurry, hurry!!"
"Kojime-san....I don't think--" one of his classmates, a girl approached him warily.
"No, no." Madoka cut her off. "It must be perfect. Where's my cardboard?" the silverette's powder blue eyes scanned the classroom. "I'll be right back. Nobody move!" He ran out the door, heading towards the art classroom, where there would no doubt be both cardboard and super glue.
He could feel a panic attack settling in.
What if they didn't have any cardboard? What would he do then?