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[color=#b30606]”Ah yes, yet another day of wistful plotting and unearthing human emotions!”[i][/color] Was the first thing Mue thought after ecstatically skimming over the text message in the blink of an eye. Albeit he was openly displaying his phone in the middle of calculus, his teacher had gotten to the point where he no longer ridiculed the lost cause of a boy. The fact that he pulled his own weight- and the highest grades in the class, gave him enough leeway to abstain from listening. A few students stared at the boy as he energetically pecked away at the phone keys, not even having the common courtesy to mute the sound eminated with every press of the button. Before the teacher could muster up the courage to scold the careless boy, the bell rang throughout the school, notifying students that it was time for their next class.

Most students would be nailed down to a crossroads at this point. A debate between attending his next class or playing what he perceived as hookey. A strife between moral right and wrong. Well, just so happens that Mue had a free the proceeding. Yet again the benevolent mistress known as ‘Fate’ paved a path for the student to live his days swimming in leisure. By no means was he lethargic, as he was constantly guided by a feeling of proactivity and the constant thirst for knowledge. He stood up from his seat and quickly checked the contents of his messenger bag. His main point of verifying was to confirm if his notebook was present, which it was. Being in a school of students with abnormal abilities, Mue’s was generally ordinary. Well, it was well hidden and didn’t directly affect himself or others. Unlike a few of his comrades who had that little extra power in their step, or maybe the ability to change their appearance, he could only sense how others felt through the medium of his project flame. Following the beckoning of his leader, he finalized his response;

[i]”Yo! En route, sorry I might be a minute or two behind the others! Better have some coffee there.”

He arrived at the courtyard with his hands stuffed into his pockets, a slightly slouched figure and a smile stretched widely across his face. It was his usual laid-back personality, that minescule molecule of purity caked in hardened blood. Albeit Mue wasn’t the one doing the murdering, he had the tendency to play around with his comrades’ prey. He’s the most innocent out of all of them, yet at the same time he was the weakest. The student happily paced his way over to the congregating group, most of which were present. He glanced around at the surrounding hallways, then faced Gato in particular, ”A little conspicuous meeting out in the open, isn’t it LL? What if some haunty rule enforcers waltz by and see us huddling around. But I’m sure nobody would want to approach high tier students such as us. I’ve got a student council meeting later today, got any requests?” He leaned back and waved at the rest of the present rule, flashing his iconic easygoing grin. I’m sure all of us here have had a pretty swell day so far. I’m sure LL will brighten it even more.” As Gen arrived, Lucas instantly delved into interrogating him for the name of his female company. Mue would be lying if he wasn't slightly intrigued as well, as it was a little uncharacteristic for his white-haired friend to be so... tactful. Or lucky. Either could be used in the guy's case. The boy continued to glance around, waiting for Lovelace to jump into conversation.