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and as silver was about to fall asleep on the bleachers, alice would be wandering about, not even noticing the redhaired boy until she passed by and woke him up, all by accident. though, just by first glance, she could tell just how hot his temper would be, which would probably turn this boring day of hers into a very… fun and entertaining one. with nothing to do in a place like this, pretending to be a small child but skipping classes anyway was what she did around here, though of course, no one payed her any mind.

“Who’s there…”

with a smirk, alice walked out into view, her white-and-pink coloured clothes standing out against the green of the field, her steps not once making a loud noise as she lightly stepped out in front of him, not climbing up the bleachers towards him, yet standing there, her short stature making her look like but a small child, if not for the whip that she played around with idly in her hands.

“Ah, why, he~llo there!”

she greeted cheerily, smiling an innocent smile, though it seeped with venom. ah, a human. how she despised them! maybe this one would be some fun. just by one look, she’d be able to tell he’d be of use! whether as a slave, or entertainment — either one. didn’t matter! it was a policy of hers to make use of anything she could after all!

“Skipping?” she would then ask, taking one step, two steps closer to the bleachers, lowering herself onto one as she crossed her legs and turned to continue looking up into silver’s eyes, her own showing no sign of her intentions. “My, aren’t these classes boring?” not that she would know, she hadn’t attended a single one. “There’s almost nothing in the curriculum that seems the least bit interesting!” she had no interest at all for human topics, and she didn’t have the least bit of interest in being in a room full of pesky, ignorant humans.

oh, she sure was talking a lot, wasn’t she? not that she cared, of course! she was simply wasting time while throwing in a little bit of fun in there. a little treat out of the blue, from herself, to, well, herself!

suddenly, the half-elf sighed dramatically, leaning back with her arms propped up to hold herself upwards. “If only there could be a little more to do around here, it wouldn’t be so boring, don’t you think?” alice giggled, sounding like nothing more than an innocent child, whip at her side, small, delicate fingers wrapped tightly around the handle.

“Ah, why, he~llo there!”

Jesus christ, now what kind of voice was that. Groggily, the trainer got up, rubbing his eye in order to clear up the visage in front of him. And wow, just what was in front of him? There plain as day was some kind of.. some kind of.. angel? The fluffy white clothing and bleach blonde hair gave off a rather harmonic look, clashing dangerously with that whip that toddled around her fingers. 

He sat now, head clear, staring straight at the girl as she started to come closer. Something in her voice made his stomach sink, and his brown knit into one of those typical-Silver glares. The kind that just screams ‘wow I do not like what I’m seeing right now.’ He didn’t answer her skipping question. Like it was any of her fucking business, there was no way this young broad was a teacher. She barely even looked older than him. Of course, if she tattled, she’d sure get a load of it. Silver sighed.

“No shit…” There really wasn’t anything of interest here. The people, the classes, the teachers, the campus, nothing. Ah, and there it went. His once tranquil mood swept away and replaced with the realization that he was still here among idiots. God dammit, and just when he was having such a good nap too. Obviously, this girl was to blame. Pushing himself up off the seat the boy stretched upward, trying to wake the rest of his muscles up before shoving those hands right back in his pockets. He looked back down at the stranger, eyeing her warily. 

Just who the hell was she.

Whoever she was she sure had a fucking annoying giggle. God, why do all girls have to fucking giggle so? Do they think it’s cute? Ignoring her complaints, dismissing it as just some way of trying to start conversation or more attempts at being cute, Silver skipped straight to interrogating. Looking down towards the whip curled neatly in her fingers.

“Thinking about starting a slave trade?”