Nonetheless, Erim can't help the tiny sigh push past plush lips at the mere thought of being carted around by some scrawny child who payed more attention to the male latter's notably sharp canines than the task at hand. Really, though; have those seemingly scarred kids truly seen it all? Nukpana's dentist was probably someone - and or something akin to a dental deity. Hopefully they didn't have meaty, bite-sized fingers.
The headmaster of Aurae was a force to be reckoned with; Hell, the man scared inconsolable creatures of the night. The fact that aforementioned authority had formed an alliance with the headmistress of such a normally prestigious school was extremely ironic; enough to make the Nikaido chuckle under his breath. Even so, the male wasn't that disrespectful, especially when it came to the illusive deliverance her ; their students were to endure.
''Eri-chan? I'm too afraid to go up there by myself!! What if I get another barbarian for a partner?!'' the shrill, infamous whine practically ringing in the topical honey irised male's eardrum was enough to render anybody deaf, even the speaker themself. That said, the Nikaido can't help the sharp pang of brooding concern bubble up in his chest, sharp hues trained on chattering Aurea and Metim alike. Really, what was headmaster thinking, letting such reclusive immortals practically eat out of a plethora weak-willed mammal's hands? With the way things were headed, it would either result in mass bloodbath, or much worse. ''Do I even have a choice?''
After headache-inducing overdramatized navigating through the never-ending sea of students, the male duo had finally made it to their set destination. Truthfully, the composer was quite fond of his purple haired companion ( something he would never admit aloud, thank you very much ), and the fact that he could very well be handed off to some warrior-wannabee was enough to make his stomach flip ever-so slightly. The incubus truly hoped their directors were capable of handing such an unorthodox situation.
Spit like sand in his throat, Erim swallowed heavy, light hues trained on the schedule neatly presented to him. The girl waving stated paper around obnoxiously had nails long enough to poke the older adolescent's eyeballs out in one go, digits coated in shimmery turquoise polish. The stuttering, however, made her sound like a squirrel. Was she human? Nonetheless, the Nikaido all but exhales extremely unconfidently, retinas darting waveringly at the cursive script actually mocking him.
''Mellifera Ula?''