Fashionably late without an acceptable excuse is usually how it works with the dubbed troublesome siren. This time, it happened to be the fact that he absolutely loathed even the thought of being in the presence of countless prey; even if it did result in a nice snack. The ride to the pretentiously stunning school known as Metim was much too long to be deemed interesting; although, August did gain a bit of a laugh from a particular doe-eyed third year's evident nerves, and the glossy limousine made him feel ‒ quite appreciatively ‒ like royalty. The male had taken it upon himself to slither away from the monstrous mob as soon as they had flooded out of the vehicle, only to wander aimlessly around the school's exterior until his legs began to ache and his mind resort back to forestated classmates. Akiyama's thoughts flooded with How is Eri-chan doing?; has Nukpana eaten the entire crowd yet?; do they have chocolate chip pancakes?; has Nukpana eaten those, too? Needless to say, the mere curiosity finally lured the rather uncharacteristically spacious teen to so-called "dining hall," where a mix of familiar and questionable faces had already begun relishing in the sweet smelling nourishment and chatting with the other strange adolescents that surrounded them.
"Yoohoo, guess who~" Akiyama sang quite cheerfully, cold fingers shielding his succubus friend's golden irises, his own violet ones scrunched up by the large smile playing at his lips. The predator had preached many times that he could, most definitely, spot his proclaimed partner in a crowd within seconds—and he's proven it, too, just like now. He'd identified him almost immediately, nonchalantly striding up to said male. It was arguably impossible to fully sneak up on the elder, however, since the excited feminine whispers of a "cute candy coloured boy" is an inescapable giveaway, especially for the Nikaido.
Seating himself next to the demon without even giving him a proper chance to respond, August beamed confidently, sharp pupils peeking through the slits of his eyelids at his companion, chin resting upon folded knuckles. It was kind of creepy, the way he leered; but that's just how they were. August was the creepy one. He embraced it.
"That's right, you don't have to answer — or give me that evil stare of yours, you brute — I know that you know that we both know it's none other than the love of your life." grinning comfortably, the younger creature takes a pleasured sip of his wine as he scans the presented table; although, the tips of plush lips curl downwards into an unsatisfied frown as soon as it hits him. "Je n’en crois pas mes yeux! There were no chocolate chip pancakes after all... or, perhaps, did Nukpana really eat them all...?!"