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Victor D. Knight

"A tiger doesn't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep."

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a character in “Misaki Creek Academy| An All Boys Academy”, as played by Toki Skwigelf



Full Name:
Victor D. Knight




Excellent piano player, he received a scholarship for his skills, he is also very educated in things like manners and fine dining as well as waltzing. Smart when he wants to be. Clever.

Favorite Class:
His music class. English class.

He adores music, cigarettes, animals and poking fun at people ( in good taste, mostly)

He suffers from very ocassional panic attacks ( one every couple of years ), so he dislikes anything that sets them off ( this is usually stress from school, storms, or possibly when he's yelled at). Dislikes most teachers and most authority figures, dislikes anything that doesn't go his way

Victor has always been a bit of a spitfire; he smokes often despite his parents and the school often punishing him for it, as well as he tends to avoid most scenarios that he doesn't find pleasurable.

As a person he can be quite a charmer, he loves fine things in life such as music and dancing and when he is in the mood he can even appreciate fine dining and all the manners that go along with it. Victor likes to put up a strong front in front of others, when in reality he's actually quite insecure about himself, because he was bullied as a child and sent on strict reutines by his parents he hardly ever eats anymore and as a result he is a rather thin fellow, he also releases his rage upon others sometimes and can be a bit of a bully. Victor also suffers from panic attacks ( though they are rare ) and they are usually only set off by a very big or overwhelming trigger.

Victor also likes to put up the idea that he doesn't care much for others when in reality he can actually be quite protective of those who are closest to him. Victor even has a soft side- which involves enjoying the piano.

Miscellaneous: Usually can be found playing this --

So begins...

Victor D. Knight's Story

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Court Yard

The long haired student stood rather stoically outside the courtyard of the Academy, pulling his hair back for the occasion, and making sure his uniform was proper and prim. It was his duty to greet new and returning students to the school, as would many other renowned Seniors around campus, at the school's several different entrances. His was particularly the one where most of the student would be delivered or arrive. His hand would meet and shake that of many different students, and he was surprised by how many foreigners would come to walk these steps, he would never really found out how prestigious and alluring the school was until his Sophomore year, when they sought out to build extra space for the oncoming surge of students. Plus, the school was rather young compared to the older more Japanese centric schools around, he would know since he typically lived closer to those, but felt isolated from the locals, it was a tight knit community, and that was to be expected. Anyhow, it didn't effect the proceedings going in the courtyard, already students were wandering about, wondering why this tall, stoic looking young man was simply standing at the gate's entrance, that is until a worried, and shy freshmen approached him, and it was obvious it was a freshmen by his demeanor. His voice came across as deep, but pleasing to the ears, once he spoke to the boy. "May I help you?"

The young boy sort of paused for a moment as if he forgot why he was there in the first place, and then showed Haruka his schedule. "W-where should I go first" Haruka peered closer at the piece of parchment. "There's no need to worry about your classes today, we'll just be getting acquainted with our dorm mates, and get familiar with the school layout. The ideal place to be would be the Cafe, that way you can get a meal and wait for further announcements from administration. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this first day!" he touted the last part of the sentence with a bit of excitement in his voice, which was absent from the rest of it. He was starting to become more like a receptionist the more and more he was assigned to this job since instructions were fairly easy. He wondered if this year would provide any new meaning to him, the other years had been filled with students lauding him as always, people looking up to him, becoming an exemplar role model and such, he only found that he wanted none of it, but wouldn't be able to escape it's crutch for the simple fact that he couldn't bear to see another person disappointing in him. He would wonder as he continued to greet freshmen, if that could hopefully change this year.

Teacher's Lounge

Crossed legs, and a cup of caffeine in his hand, Alphonse was getting a bit impatient waiting for the day to commence, he wouldn't even be teacher today, simply greeting, and getting to know his students, but he was an excitable sort who often suffered from anxiety whenever these events came along. It was his second year teaching here, and he was starting to think he wouldn't dare go and out and find another job even if the pay somehow turned out to be shit (and it certainly wasn't). He sat in one of the comfortable cushioned sofas in the Teacher's Lounge, having already had about 3 cups of coffee, he decided enough was enough when he found himself slightly jittery, and he wasn't normally a coffee drinker by any means. He was waiting for his other colleagues, particularly the ones he made good enough friends with, Tsukishi and Fontaine being among them. He'd finally have people to disperse all this excitement within in towards, but he wondered if such a thing would annoy someone so early in the morning. Not many people were used to excitable types like himself, but he was able to make it seem like he wasn't excited at all. Maybe he should be some cool, suave professional like some of the students painted out some of the teachers to be, but alas, he was one of the few who never exactly regarded as such, nonetheless people saw him as wholesome, fun teacher, and that was all that really mattered to him.

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+ V I C T O R -

"It is absurb to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious." ~ Oscar Wilde



Tucked very comfortably, far far away in one of the blindingly baby blue restrooms of the academy stood the figure of a narrow-hipped spitfire. The spitfire of a boy had arrived early for two reasons: one to poke around on the new pianos before anyone else got to- and then afterwards for another more embarrassing purpose- the purpose of getting prepared. Victor was a clumsy dresser. So far, the German had spent a total of twenty-three minutes fixing his damned uniform, and he hadn't finished yet- the pale-skinned man peered into the mirror before him, this truly was a process to no end. Terribly small hips pressed against the marbled counter while dull green eyes narrowed with a new found annoyance. All the while long careful fingers found their way threaded through the collar of his new uniform, he'd done so well- he was on the very last button. Victor had always been rubbish at fixing his uniforms and he wasn't about to ask for help.

With a soft little grunt of an attempt to fasten thatgoddamedpieceofshit button--- Victor managed to instead pull the button free of it's thread instead. Victor spluttered and a soft "Oh, woops!" was free of his lips in an instant. Before he even had a chance to find the button, Victor heard the soft 'tinktinktink' as the button slithered down the sink to the world of the pipes- never to be seen again.

"Oh dear me." Victor uttered softly, rolling over so that his back was pressed to the counter "Oh dear oh dear me."

"Lost a button on the first day, you sir are a tart." Victor sputtered to his own relfection as though it really did matter- though it really didn't much to him. "S'pose it can't be helped." Victor wet his lips with a quick slick of the tongue and wedged a fresh cigarette between between them- taking care to light it and puff out a few forbidden smoke clouds as he pushed through the exit of the restroom. Nonono~ teachers liked to tell him, oh dear he could hear it now no smoking here sweet little darling Victor. Then he'd always always always answer with a heart-felt "Oh dear me, oh dear so very sorry- won't happen again-" The cigarettte would be thrown aside, only to be replaced with a new one mere moments later.

The white haired teen had his sleeves rolled up to reveal two pale arms as he sauntered a different direction towards the cafe, one of his hands was tucked in the pocket of his school uniform while the other was reached outwards and it traced along the walls as he walked, he moved his fingers in patterns as though he were playing piano notes on the walls. Since Victor's button had broken on his white collared shirt, it was slightly agape at the top to reveal a pale shapely neck. Victor sucked on his cigarette and exhaled his smoke everywhere- his own little mark on the school. Eventually, the white haired beauty found himself in the cafe- a place where a grouping had formed. The long haired youth chose to sit at his own table and cross his legs as plump lips toyed idly with the cigarette he'd probably be scolded at for having soon enough~

All the while Victor's hands were trembling like mad, he attempted to treat the table in front of him as an imaginary piano to stifle his trembling, but it was terribly obvious that he was in a bit of a state the poor fellow. The boy would have never ever admitted it, but--

he was nervous.

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Renard Fontaine & Ro Kaizer

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It was another year, but who knows what this year holds. Every year it was the same in every school with the seniors leaving and freshmen coming in, even the occasional transfer student like himself coming in. The question was, was that he really didn’t know what to expect. So far in his life he was merely a leaf that went with the wind but never truly going down his own course unless guided by others. As to why, he either had no choice in the matter or he was simply not strong enough to oppose the change. It was most likely due to his lack of confidence in himself. It was what could be expected, seeing that he had spent the majority of his school life under his brothers’ study through elementary and then middle school, it was only in his sophomore year in High School that the shackles were finally broken so that he could fly.

His flight however was only temporary, since his father conveniently got a new job in Japan, causing the whole family to move over there. Just after Ro had begun opening more at school and making friends, becoming popular and all that, now he was back at ground level to start all over again in a school that didn’t even speak the same lingo. There was probably some, though it was probably handy that his parents got him a tutor to learn Japanese over the holidays which further restricted him over his summer holidays. Nothing went his way at all it seemed, so would this year be any different? Afterall, last year without his brother he had made friends and revealed what he was made of. Sure not all of it was great with his embarrassing relationship with Jackson Main, the guy in every girl’s dreams, seeing as he dated quite a few of them, if not all, only to then desire him.

Ro truly did not understand people sometimes, nor could he even understand himself. Though he was disappointed in leaving, it did give him a fresh start where he could forget about the whole Jackson affair. The bonus of being in an all-boys academy was that there was no girls which meant he was only to concentrate on work and playing now and then, the whole concept of love could be thrown out the window for now and thereby reduce the confusion as he now entered the school grounds and saw how big Misaki Creek was. He was expecting it to be big with it being an Academy and that you lived there which was also a bonus as he could be more independent and helped him get away from his brother and his not-so-caring parents, but he underestimated how big it truly was.

”Are you lost?” was the sound that came behind him. Turning around, Ro rested his eyes upon a slim and slender man who had just come out of his sleek and slender car. There was no way that the man was a student, for one he didn’t look young and two, how a student could afford such a car as he had. ”I am new here, I am just curious as to where I’m supposed to go. This place is massive!”, he exclaimed, looking around as he saw groups of students scattered here and there and having no idea where to start. Intimidation was not the word, and didn’t help that there were guys way taller and stronger out there too, it was like a jungle. Sure he was aware he’d be starting from scratch of having to meet people again but Misaki was enormous and a much bigger challenge than anticipated.

A thin smile spread across Renard’s face as the new student was no doubt bewildered by the grandeur that was this particular institute that had become a home to him. “If you believe the exterior is massive, wait till you see the interior...”, he responded with a playful tone. It was not his intention to scare the student even more, but highlight the reality of the situation, so he decided then to make amends, ”It is not as bad as it may seem in all honesty, you soon get used to it and then find yourself going to one area more than another. As for where you’re supposed to go, well anywhere really since today is for introductions, though the cafe is the best place which is where I’m going now if you follow me. My name is Renard Fontaine, Head of the Expressive Arts Department and Teacher for Art and Music, and you are?”.

Ro’s eyes widened as soon as the man spoke about the place being even more bigger and monstrous inside, not that they were the terms used by the man who was certainly learned, leaving him to suggest that he must be a teacher which he revealed. He suppressed his excitement as he usually does when Art is mentioned, seeing as such is what has kept him going year after year while he remained in his brothers’ shadow. However, Art is not exactly ‘guy’ material, hence why he preferred sport and why he excelled at such last year, even if it resulted catching the wrong kind of attention. He was secretly hoping for girls to be fan-girling him, not expecting the most popular guy in school who also worked as a model to be enthralled by him. “Ro, Ro Kaizer, third year”, he answered quite quickly and sounding like a computer almost.

It seemed that Ro wasn’t much the talker, though mostly his attitude was contributed by his nervousness, “Interesting...I would ask what has brought you to Misaki, but the most important part is that you are here and that you have time to settle in. From the looks of you...”, taking closer examination of Ro as Renard’s piercing eyes scanned him from top to bottom quite quickly, specifically taking note to his exposed chest that had caused by his neglect to do up the buttons, though no doubt such was his style, “ seem like someone interested in sport, though I would suggest hiding your exposing area, the guys go bananas...”. Renard couldn’t help but have a little humour here and there when he can, it was not his fault that others gave him the opportunity, before easing the student’s mind, “am kidding...”, and locating Ryuu outside the cafe, unfortunately smoking but he’d let it go since he was outside.

“Ryuu, Ro....Ro, Ryuu”, as Renard introduced them both before turning to Ryuu, “Ro is a transfer student in third year, so seeing as you both have a common interest in sport, perhaps you can help get him acquainted with the place, or that cigarette is coming out your mouth”, not intending for it to be blackmail at all. If he wanted to smoke, then it was his choice as far as Renard is concerned, as long as it doesn’t disturb his work and right now his work included being responsible for the new year intake. Renard isn’t the strict or serious type unless it involves music or art, though he does see the need to show discipline now and then to show whose boss, though he tends to do such in a relaxed and laid-back manner as he was with Ryuu, since he was essentially passing Ro onto him so that he could continue on his route. Besides, passing new students onto other students would then help that get acquainted from a student perspective rather than a teacher who would only drum into their hand how wonderful music and art is.

Entering into the cafe, he looked around at the faces, some familiar and some new, the new ones perking up his interest as he walked casually round the tables like a ghost until his eyes was instantly lured in by a drawing from one of the new students it seemed. Smiling, he went up towards the counter, only for his eyes to rest upon Victor who was smoking, another cigarette and this time it was indoors which unfortunately bound him as a teacher to intervene, as two long fingers shaped as scissors, took hold of his cigarette and pulled out with a sigh coming from his mouth since it came from one of his students, that in itself caused him to be more concerned than these lovers of sport, not that he has anything against them. "Sie wissen, dass Sie nicht rauchen sollen, Victor [You know you shouldn't be smoking Victor]..... aber ich denke, die odd one würde nicht schaden [though I guess the odd one wouldn't hurt], he told him in German as he lifted the cigarette to his own mouth, before blowing out into the air and passing it back afterwards.

The students that tend to enjoy the lessons more are clearly the ones who love the class, Victor was one of these students, and of course if students enjoyed the class and produced wonderful work, then such students became Renard’s favourites, again such was the case with Victor so it truly was a shame that it was his last year. It was the same every year but it was the way the cookie crumbled. “I’ll be right back", he told him before walking up to the counter for 'teacher privilege' which was an awesome invention, "Two Hot Chocolates....actually make that Three", slapping down the change on the counter as he spotted Luka enter who was quite talented at drawing himself which he could recall from his Art classes, as he called, "Luka....Watashi o sanka shi ni kite kudasai [Please come join me]", as he took the three cups of hot chocolate onto the table where the unknown first year sat. He then passed one to an empty seat for Luka and then another to the first year, "Call it artist prerogative", he said with a smile, "What is it that you are drawing?", motioning Luka to look also, seeing that he was just about to pass on another student to another, as well as help the unknown first year get acquainted with one of his classmates. With no classes today, there wasn't alot that Renard could actually do.

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~"I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy."~ Charles Baudelaire

Victor felt flushed, and his sudden barrage of nerves prompted him to wonder if he was going to need to go dig around for his inhaler--- what a drag that would have been, that might have been a sight indeed, huffing a cigarette and then breaking to huff his inhaler oh the rich delicious irony.

Make us proud.

Victor's finger tapping stopped in one single instant once the cigarette was snagged from his mouth. The action had caught him off guard and it prompted a low grunt. A white-hotted fury bubbled up inside his stomach and threatened to erupt in the form of a string of mild obscenities; but when the fair skinned youth turned to see his favorite teacher Renard, his face calmed immediately into a pointed smirk. Renard was perhaps Victor's most favorite teacher there, one who spoke in familiar dialects and one who understood the passions of music.

Ahh, and then he was speaking German- Victor's trembling stopped like it had been a flame doused upon hearing his maiden tongue, it was more soothing to hear than what he might have admitted to the kind teacher- for he no longer clawed at his collar. "Sicherlich" (( Certainly )) Victor watched with feline-esque features- offering only a crooked little smile while the other took a quick drag. "Ein Schüler lernt vom Lehrer, nachdem alle." (( I guess a student learns from their teacher, after all. ))

When the teacher excused himself Victor nodded and immediately put the cigarette out; in all seriousness Victor respected Renard very much- and the request wasn't going to be ignored or tossed aside just because Renard had asked nicely and without threat. Victor envied the man's ability to connect so easily; he turned and watched the relaxed man as he played the role of perfect teacher man- matching the new shy ones with other new shy ones---

Victor turned back to himself, now that he could breath again he began whistling, slipping his arms into his jacket a little easier ( he must have lost weight ) after realizing that he'd felt a sudden chill; Victor knew that he would be allowed to wear his jacket seeing as they weren't doing anything pressingly academic at the very moment. The light haired youth flipped the fluffy white hood over his head and ceased whistling when he chose to be content with chewing on the end of his pen instead.


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Ro Kaizer


For his first impression, it wasn't exactly planned for his first impression to be with a teacher and then being led by the teacher as if he was back in Elementary. Though it probably wasn't too bad, as it seemed Renard was much more open and friendly than other teachers he had come across, not even refraining from pulling the odd joke, even if one wasn't to his liking when he suggested how 'guys go bananas' from exposure of skin. Such only reminded him of last year, intending to please the girls, only to please a certain guy instead and now was in a school full of guys. Surely he should of learnt his lesson the first time to not keep his chest exposed partly, but such was the way he felt comfortable, such was the way he felt alive as the wind brushed against his skin. Image was a factor also as image is also a factor, hence why he wasn't open about his hidden art talents he had developed whilst being in his brothers' shadow, seeing as such is only meant for girls yet beside him was a fully grown man who seemed not afraid to say at all. He also seemed pretty smart to give him a glance to see what he was interested in which he automatically recognised as sport, thankfully those piercing eyes did not see right through him to recognise his other talent.

Thankfully there was not a chance to do so as they arrived outside the cafe where a tall guy with red hair was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. What was it with smoking in this school? recognised a few smokers when he first entered and now again. "Ryuu, Ro....Ro, Ryuu", as he was introduced to the older student which no doubt was in his final year if Renard was suggesting him to be his mentor when he asked Ryuu to guide him round and show him the ropes, only for Ryuu to respond with a wide smile that seemed more fearsome than friendly, "Don't worry about the lad, I will take good care of him...", which he truly hoped so, having already been teased by Renard as a teacher and now again. Maybe it was a bad idea to come dressed as he had, was something shouting 'tease him' inside their heads, nevertheless he felt vulnerable but then again, this was a whole new college in a whole new place in a school full of bigger guys, there was certainly intimidation but he wouldn't let it get to him.

Ro soon relaxed once Renard had gone, and it seemed Ryuu had to which was relief, " you smoke?", holding the package to him. When presented with a chance to bond, how could he say 'no' as he took one and said honestly, "I don't smoke, at least not regularly", as he certainly would not want to make a habit of it, seeing the damages that smoking can do and how it would make things harder later down the line. "But I'll have one, thank you", taking one out the packet, holding between his fingers before motioning to him to light it since he didn't exactly bring a lighter with him. It was curious of course why he was so eager for acceptance, but of course the years under his brother had caused him to open up more with no wish to repeat his younger years.

It was not only that, but seemed Renard had identified Ryuu as a lover of sport too, so you couldn't go wrong with other active guys who loved sports as much as he did, probably more though the whole smoking thing raised questions, just as his exposure of skin since there was no girls to impress. An act of coolness of course, as smoking seems to be a popular thing and Ro couldn't deny how cool it made Ryuu look when he first approached him with an air of mystery as to what he might be like from the smoke-filled fog that was about him. "I'm guessing you're a senior here, so how do you find it? what's the sports teacher like?", as such would be important if his favourite subject would be enjoyable or not.

Renard Fontaine


Renard liked to think that he was doing the right thing and that students enjoyed his classes, such was the contrary for his own lessons back when he was a young student, recalling the schoolmaster with a ruler and banging it against a desk or the board to get everyone's attention. He was not cool at all and made the whole learning experience a drag, but Renard felt that the whole experience was thrilling, even more so as a teacher than a student, hence his decision to become a teacher. As a student, you'd be widening your ideas, developing your skills and having many doors for you to walk through. As a teacher, you get to see such students grow throughout the four years and even beyond when past students keep in contact for how they are progressing. Renard was certainly proud, though of course he favoured the arts and music students over the others, a personal bias but who cares. Teachers claim they have no favourites when clearly they do.

For music, it just had to be Viktor with such talent that he had. As for Art, it had to be Luka though it seemed another wished to be in the running to start his day drawing, hence what had pulled Renard to the new student so quickly, rewarding him with a nice hot chocolate which from experience helped a great deal which he knew himself. "Erm...Thank you...sensei...I...erm...I was just sketching a bit...I always do that when I'm nervous...I'm sorry, I'm Haruko Yuomi. First year", as Haruko introduced himself, clearly evident that he was nervous, though hopefully his nerves will ease as he was sure he would with fellow lovers of art which was why he invited Luka as he might be more receptive to another student first.

Such seemed the case after Luka introduced himself as best as he could in English before asking permission to draw him, such making him smile, followed by Haruko's more confident response in Japanese, only for him to start shying away when Renard noticed him bite his lip when Luka expressed the desire to join him. "Wareware wa koko de geijutsu no ryōhō no aikō-kadesu. Luka wa hijō ni sainō ga aru to watashi wa kare ga anata ni yoku byōga suru subete no jishin o mo~tsu te. Dare ga korera no hi no kamera o hitsuyō to shimasu... [We are both lovers of art here. Luka is extremely talented and I have every confidence he will draw you well. Who needs cameras these days...]", offering a friendly smile, before turning to Luka and resting his hand on his shoulder, "Anata wa mado no soto ni aru mono no ōku o kyatchi suru koto ga dekimasunode, osoraku kono seki wa, yoriyoi sābisu o teikyō shimasu [Perhaps this seat will serve you better so you can catch more of what is outside the window]". Following this, he stood up from his seat and motioned Luka to sit where he had.

Now standing, he moved to Haruko's side, where he crouched down slightly to see his drawing, "Sore wa kanari inshō-teki sakuhindesu! [that is pretty impressive work!]", he praised, recognising such as Viktor on his table who he then glanced to. There was certainly room for improvement however, though for a first year it was a pretty good job, "Shikashi... [though...]" as he then took his pencil out of his suit pocket and begun adding the refined features of Viktor's face that he had been accustomed to for the last few years into Haruko's drawing. Offering a smile, "Anata ga watashi o hitsuyō to surunode, areba, watashi wa ōpundoaporishī o motte, o kigaru ni, watashi wa āto to ongaku o oshiete irunode, tsūjō no hyōjō geijutsu bumon de watashi o mitsukerudeshouga, watashi wa kyō urotsui sa remasunode, watashi wa jibun de o ai dekiru no o tanoshimini shite Ressun wa,node, watashi wa Luka no yūnōna te no naka ni anata o nokoshite shinakereba naranai. ... Yoi shigoto Luka o iji [I have an open door policy so if you ever need me, feel free, I'll be wandering around today though you will usually find me in the Expressive Arts department since I teach Art and Music, so I look forward to seeing you in my lessons, so I shall leave you in Luka's capable hands....keep up the good work Luka], giving a smile to Luka, before getting up and walking away.

With the transfer student in Ryuu's hands and the new student in Luka's hands, it was now time to return to his rounds, though as he told Victor that he would be back, back he was as he took the seat opposite him as Victor chewed on his pen. What he did notice that the cigarette was no longer present which was a good sign. Afterall, cigarettes lead to problems later on, and problems meant less time to express yourself, for such was as simple as that. In his hand was a hot chocolate that he had bought before, which he then took a sip of as the sweet taste ran down his gullet. Nice. "Ich habe wieder .... wie waren deine Ferien Victor? Sie freut sich auf den Begriff vor?...Ich kann nicht glauben, wie schnell Zeit wurde von fleeted ..... Kann ich dir einen Drink? [I have were your holidays Victor? you looking forward to the term ahead?...I cannot believe how quick time has fleeted by.....Can I get you a drink?]", seeing as this was Victor's final year, then he'd lose his favourite student, a shame, a real shame.

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~It's like a panic attack, you know, like I can't even breath.~

Viktor tucked his bottom lip under his top row of gleaming white teeth, he'd spotted the young man in the distance who had been drawing Viktor and for whatever reason it made Viktor smile, he waited until he caught Haruko's eye again before Viktor winked at Haruko, turning back to his own devices.

Viktor seemed startled when his favorite teacher sat back down in front of him, he'd been dreaming of scales and vibrato and had forgotten himself. Viktor's lips folded in a smile when his eyes caught Renard once more- hot chocolate wielded in hand. "There he is, always with de chocolate." Viktor had unintentionally spoken English, his German accent was so strong that Viktor himself heard it and turned a shade of pink, sometimes it was difficult to make the transition between the three languages, two of which he wasn't very good at. "I might think you were German with all de chocolates you eat."

"Mm." Viktor shifted a bit uncomfortably at the question. The long haired man would have loved a drink, but he felt sick with nerves and thought he might have to excuse himself for some air. "Nein-" Viktor rose a hand with a small smile and a shake of the head. "To be honest I am not feeling good." Viktor might have been more colorful with his vocabulary if he weren't speaking English, but his earlier mistake made him want to continue speaking it. The man wouldn't have been so open with anyone- "I feel as though I feeled-" He paused and scrunched his nose. "I feel as though I felt during the Junior recital." He corrected himself. "You remember, ja? De shakes and de heavy breathing- I would not have been able to continue without your help, you got my inhaler."

Viktor pressed both hands to the table at the question and smiled. "My holidays were good, thanks. I spent dem playing piano of course." His face softened. "I can only hope dat you found wonderful times during the holiday, ja?" All the while he fumbled with his buttonless collar, as though playing with it would help keep it closed or collected.

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Character Portrait: Haruko Yuomi Character Portrait: Luka Sakurazaki Character Portrait: Victor D. Knight Character Portrait: Renard Fontaine
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Haruko Yuomi

Eagerly, Haruko listened to his new teacher and was filled with a strong sense of excitement to know that there were other artist to be found in this school. That would be good for him, as he wouldn't be the only one with such "girly" a hobby as drawing. Maybe over his drawing she might even build some friendships? That would be a nice change, he thought.
His eyes travelled over the people in the small cafe, as if he could make out who was like him just upon looking at them and his eyes widdened slightly when he caught the boy he had been drawing looking back at him. Haruko swallowed, worried that the other might have realized what he was doing and was now offended. Luckily that did not seem to be the case and the other smiled at him, so he relaxed again and smiled back slightly.

Haruko turned his eyes back to his teacher who was now standing next to him and was looking more closely at his drawing. He blushed slightly at the compliment and whispered "Arigatou gazaimasou, sensei." [Thank you, teacher] He bent back slightly, so Renard could access the drawing pat and make some additions to the face, which in return now looked much more realistic. Haruko looked up again to observe Victor and smiled back at his teacher. "Anata wa kanzen ni kare o hokaku. Watashi wa sudeni shitte iru watashi wa anata no kurasu o takusan aisurutoiukoto." [You captured him perfectly, Sir. I already know that I'm going to love your class a lot.] he said and nodded his goodbye politely.

Then he turned back to Luca and tried to sit still and relaxed. He had never been drawn before, so he really didn't know how to behave. Was he allowed to speak? To move? Or should he rather sit calmly and wait for the other boy to finish? Luca was his name and his teacher had said that he was very talented, maybe Haruko would be able to learn from him? But he didn't want to be a bother to the older boy. Whatever! he thought and decided to wait for instructions from him.