Snippet #1912243

Adrian got dressed in a pair of black jeans and a loose black t-shirt that hung slightly off of his lean muscled form before sliding on his black tennis shoes and his leather jacket. He slipped on his studded black cuff bracelet and then finger-combed his silver hair and called himself good enough. No one ever liked him much anyways, why should he stress about his first day of school? He looked himself once more in the mirror and sighed lightly before heading off to the Death Weapon Meister Academy.

He approached the school with a lazy stride, hands shoved into his pockets. He looked incredibly bored with the fancy school. What was his first class again? He wasn't sure. One couldn't really know if Adrian really didn't care, or if he was just trying not to show it just by looking at him. Ah, yes. That was right, he remembered now what he his first class was, if he recalled correctly. Adrian ran a hand through his silver hair and headed that way, not too sure if this would be a good experience or not, as his first class was with that crazy one...Shieki.