Snippet #1901412

Konstantyn smiled warmly. "I can't wait for our future battles. Yes, it will be a nice partnership." The Polish boy smiled a bit too creepily, and he waved. "Getting a bit dark. I should head to the dorm. I'll see you tomorrow, Aki!"

He turned his back and waved at her, hiding his hands in his sleeves as the sea coral tinge of pale pink rested on his high cheeks. Kon sped walk towards the door of the school and pushed his way through them, and thus, began walking down corridors and long hallways to get to his dorm.

Just as he passed a bulletin board, he caught his name at the corner of his eye, and ceased his movement. Moving backwards 2 steps, he gazed at the list of names and inwardly squeaked with delight. Oh, yay! Aki's in my class! At least I won't feel so alone there.

The Polish boy's gaze rising upwards, he saw the man that was going to be teaching the class. Shinzu Tokage. "Mr. Tokage," he murmured under his breath, weakly tapping his plump, bottom lip in thought. Never heard of him. I'll find out soon, I suppose! Sighing quietly, he turned again and began speed walking down the hall, arriving at his dorm shortly afterwards. The boy dressed into his sleep clothing, which consisted of a blue (very) long sleeved pajama top, along with blue pajama shorts that were fleece.

Slipping off his high-heeled boots, he did a couple of cartwheels in the dorm to get him exhausted (and of course, ready for sleep). Before he went to bed, though, he went into his bags and pulled out a box of incense. Lighting it with a small lighter, he relaxed and flopped onto his bed, the sleeves dangling over his hands as he stared at the ceiling, lost in pure thought. "I have a weapon now, huh? Gosh, I thought I'd never get one."

Setting the incense and the holder onto a stone desk next to him, he reached for the blanket and threw it over his small frame as he took off his glasses and set it gently next to the incense. Afterwards, he flicked off the light and slowly drifted off into a deep rest.
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Waking up a bit early, he thrashed under the covers before sitting up and accidentally poking the dead incense. "Not my glasses," he grunted, and felt along the stone top before feeling the familiar glass touch of his sight-depending tool. Grabbing them delicately and pushing them up on his nose, he yawned before hopping out of bed and singing, rather loudly, a Polish folk song his mother sang to him before her life ended.

Fixing up one of his favorite pastries, called pączek, he filled it with frosting (kind of like a toaster strudel) and ate it silently, and reasoning that, hopefully, no one was awake yet (he kind of felt embarrassed walking around in PJs), he decided to take a little escapade.

His pajamas still warmly around him, he slipped on his knee-high blue boots and laced them up with a yawn. He also slipped on thin, leather, white gloves and flexed his fingers to get used to them.

Getting up, he pulled up his sleeves so his hands were visible, but they just slipped back down and covered them again. The polish sighed in defeat and gave up.

Konstantyn rose up and opened the door, making it creak eerily and he flinched. Poking his head out of the door, he looked up and down the hallway before walking, a slight hop to his movements as if he was strutting or on a catwalk (a little bit feminine, eh?).

The curl on his head moving to his walking, he stopped dead in his tracks and thought. Perhaps I should look for my classroom? Might aswell get a glimpse as it while I can.

Konstantyn turned and sped walk down the corridor, not even knowing where he was going. "Mn..I think I might be going the wrong- oh!" The boy was relieved when he found the classroom, though it was found through a backdoor, and he was quite unaware others where on the other side.

Entering through the back door, he shyly walked in and brought his knees together, holding his glasses in one hand and rubbing his left eye with the others, and he seemed quite sleepy. Using his other eye to wearily glance around, he quite liked the organization of the classroom, though from his spot he could smell a bit of faint smoke. A cigarette, maybe? Pipe? Cigar? Who knows.

Yawning, he stopped rubbing his eye and got a good look around. Opening his mouth to quietly speak, he stopped himself. Maybe Aki is awake... Seeming to forget he was wearing, well, a bit almost girly clothing, he walked outside and got hit with the morning coldness, making him groan. "It's chilly," he murmured, looking over, and deciding to walk everywhere to find her.

He trailed over to the tree they met. She wasn't there. He turned around the school and walked to a patch of grass. Not there either. Finally, he turned another corner and trailed off silently and obliviously to the courtyard. "Hi Aki!" Kon called, raising his covered hand into the air to wave: instead, his sleeve just dangled back and fourth to his hand movements.

The smaller boy ran towards her, his heels sinking into the grass beneath him, and hugged her as if she was a mother or what not. "Hi! Did you sleep well? I hope you did! I did, I know that! I'm still sort of sleepy, but whatever! How are you? Are you okay? Want something to eat?" Piling her with a load of questions, he smiled softly and the coral tinge, as always, remained on his cheeks.