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Viktor frowned at Damascus's gaze, although it was more of an instinctual reaction than a real emotion. Vat pretty eyes she does have....

"The only reason they're so obsessed is because vampires tend to be more beautiful. Even though they don't understand the situation to the full extent, humans are naturally drawn to the more attractive things in life."

"You zhink so? Hm, perhaps zhis is true for all creatures. Still, ze fangirls are no less annoying." He noticed the surprise on her face when he asked her his question. Has she not known fear?

"Why would I be afraid? I'm afraid of monsters, not people."

Viktor was quiet and didn't answer her. And you do not think ve are monsters? Zhis place is very vierd.... Suddenly, Viktor felt a chilling stare at his back. He looked behind him to see the one the others had called "Kidero" having an extremely cold expression on his face. Viktor simply looked at him curiously and turned away. He was well aware that his build often intimidated, even scared, people. He just didn't really care. If they chose to judge him by his looks, then that was thier problem. He wasn't going to flaunt his size, but he definately wasn't going to care if others decided to judge him by it either. Although I vonder vhy he vas staring at Damascus in such a vay. She's a vierd one, but I don't zhink she's evil or anything....
He looked over at the girl with the white hair and blue eyes. Vat beauty. I have never seen such color in hair. I vonder if it is natural? He shrugged mentally, lost in thought. He watched as Damascus caught the Headmaster and scolded him.

"I thought you'd never realize that Viktor and Hiroshi were arriving today. Really, poor Sika is already drowning in all her work. Did you think that you'd just let her handle it?"

Viktor was jerked out of his reverie as he looked over to see the Headmaster straightening his jacket and then turning to him.

"Es tut mir leid für die sehr spät. Ich bin dem Direktor der Schule. Ich gebe Ihnen herzlich willkommen! (I'm sorry for being so late. I'm the Headmaster of the school. I give you welcome!)"

Viktor straightened up and had to stop himself from saluting. He bowed to the Headmaster, his duffel bag falling off his shoulder a little bit. He glanced and saw the notecards the Headmaster was holding. "Hallo, ich bin Viktor Thorsten. Es freut mich, dass Sie mit mir in meiner Muttersprache zu sprechen, aber da wir zuletzt gesprochen habe ich mein Studium der japanischen Sprache gefördert. Ich weiß, du verstehst nicht, was ich sage, und es amüsiert mich. (Hi, I am Viktor Thorsten. I am glad that you speak to me in my native language, but since we last spoke, I encouraged my study of Japanese language. I know you do not understand what I say, and it amuses me.)" Viktor straighted back up, completely straight-faced. "Thank you vor your velcome, Headmaster. I am Viktor Thorsten. You may call me Thor, if that so pleases you." He looked at the Headmaster curiously for a moment. He didn't seem to be a very serious man. For a moment Viktor wondered if he even took his duties seriously.

[It makes me happy to know that you are entertained by Viktor's accent ^^ Though if it gets too un-understandable, let me know.]