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The nobleman was certainly full of surprises. Pouting slightly, the prince almost tuned around before suddenly having his countenance squished into that of an almost fishy faced imitation. “C-cute?” The prince demanded with a grain of indignation. “I am not— cute!” The royal`s exclamation was drowned out with surprise, suddenly found his entire self squished this time, but also, it was into a hug. Now he certainly didn`t get those often, so his face had turned about as red as a cherry.

“Yes…I think I would like that.” He murmured against the teacher`s vest, silencing himself a bit by simply burying his face against the little bundle of silk that lay there. “I`m not used to hugs.” Tettere`s voice was incredibly muffled, but he was certain Jack could hear it due to the proximity. He shivered a bit just thinking about it, especially since the noble was cooing over him and gently rubbing his back. But he would just chalk it up to the cold, and nothing more. The prince was stubborn; playing hard to get was his game.

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"Are you certain? You're being quite adorable right now! And seeming to lean right into me, even." If that wasn't cute, then Jack didn't know what was. He wiggled closer and practically lifted the prince right up into the air, or at least putting the other's feet atop of his own, something one would do when teaching another to dance. Though dancing was the furthest thing from his mind.

"I think..I'll get you used to embraces like these, then."

Jack made a pleasantly content noise, eventually pulling back to an arm's length and leaning down to an eye level with his student. He ever so lightly patted his shoulders with an amused smile and tone, "Would you like it if I did, Tettere?" With a tilt of his head does he ask this, leaning in closer and fleetingly bumping their foreheads together.

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“That much is true…so then I can simply call you Jack after all then!” He retorted in triumph, pouting the moment his cheeks were pinched again. Ah, how he disliked being treated like a child. Then again, it was actually quite endearing in a way. “No, it is not that I dislike it. I`m simply not used to it, of course.” As a prince charming, he was a natural at these sorts of things. Now that the shoe was on the other foot, he could easily be reduced to a blushing mess, but! He had strength! He could handle this sweet talking with a straight face of course, staring right into Jack`s eyes. Though, admittedly, he was still a bit red in the cheeks.

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Ah, this is what Jack had been seeking. That affectionate response of tinted red cheeks, that lurid sapphire gaze averting in a timid demeanor! It was too adorable for words really, Jack could never get enough of it. Sighing wistfully, the teacher brought gloved palms to rub those blushing cheeks of Tettere's, squishing them together.

"It's so cute."

The Vessalius exhaled another sigh before bundling the prince up into his arms, resting chin atop the crown of his golden head of hair. He lightly rubbed the other's back, cradling him close and cooing. How did he get to be so cute? How did Jack become so fascinated, or perhaps enamored(?), with this silly little prince. "But I'm glad you don't dislike it. That means I'm able to do it again, yes?"

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“O-oh.” Right. It was much easier to just call him Jack, but he was a teacher now, so! “Mister Vessalius…” Maybe the noble just liked to lord it over him. How rude! Tettere pouted and tapped his feet, giving the Vessalius a haughty look.

“Flirting with a student constitutes as a little too informal as well, don`t you think so?” Though he didn`t really mean it. That little blush on his face definitely betrayed his body language.

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"Perhaps but it's after hours now, isn't it? So we aren't student and teacher. Of course that's only if you want to cut corners."

He's practically sparkling visibly as he explains, pinching the little prince's cheek and almost cooing at him. How very professional of him, indeed. But Jack, even when he had been here as a librarian, was hardly ever a rule following staff member. Just because he was a teacher now didn't change his attitude, really!

"Do you dislike it by chance, Prince?"

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“Ah…mister Jack? Are you perhaps flirting with me?”

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"Isn't Mister Jack too informal, my little student? Anyway -- I was just teasing you. All in good nature, Tettere."

"Though perhaps a bit of that was flirting. Maybe."

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“Surely you jest.” The prince scoffed, a hand on his hip in an attempt to deflect such a compliment, doing his best to hide the fact he was blushing, turning away with a slight huff. His teacher was quite the flirt, which always made his heart pound for the silliest of reasons! He was just being nice, after all, he was probably this way with everyone! But thinking that only made him feel worse, not better. Tettere was wont to believe that…no, he was special. That`s why Jack had gratefully taken the treat and—

bit it in the same place. Wasn`t he germophobic? Or had he just bitten right where Tettere`s teeth once were. It was an indirect kiss! Oh, he was good. The prince quivered slightly at how soft those silken gloves were, gently gliding against his cheek. “I haven`t changed…?” The prince frowned a little, fingers grazing his fringe and wondering if his hair had changed in length, if he had grown any taller in those few months. At least he hoped he was taller - Tettere was tall enough for a boy, but not as tall as he`d like. The prince was of smaller stature, a fact that troubled him. If only he could be as tall as the Vessalius! But he was older, so this was natural. It was for this reason the prince wore heels - due to his smaller height But when he was framed by Jack in such a fashion, arms so casually draped over his shoulders and resting on the crown of his head — well…maybe he could enjoy being shorter than Jack. It made him wonder - wouldn`t they be called out for this? Was it improper? These thoughts buzzed around in his head and only served to make him irritated. To hell with it. It wasn`t a problem to the prince, and anything that wasn`t, well, he completely disregarded. Rather than resist, Tettere indulged himself and allowed his own fingertips to curl around Jack`s forearms that rested over his shoulders, palms gently gripping his coat. He was warm, and he could sense that familiar evergreen scent; Jack always reminded him of trees, wide open fields with a gentle breeze—! He found himself blushing in his lost thoughts, staring at the sweater the noble had pointed out. “A matching sweater with you?” How cheesy. Yet so cute. Tettere was a complete sucker for the idea. “Charming, hmm? Would I really look suitable in green? I am used to blue…” Then again his blazer was a bright magenta, so he couldn`t complain all that much. “Ah. Then you should wear blue as well, that way you can match me!” Tettere suggested brightly, casting his gaze upward even though he couldn`t see the teacher`s face. “I was thinking…a sapphire sweater with a bunny rabbit. It fits you so perfectly, I`m surprised I had not thought of it before!” Squeezing Jack`s arms, he slid his right hand down to grip at Jack`s wrist, moving it so that he could take another bite of their shared apple, showing no hesitation before biting right down where the noble had as well.

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"Oh no, I'm quite serious."

Jack sighed wistfully and squeezed the prince in his arms, puffing his cheeks out and looking around the stand for a sweater that would suit Tettere. Something of an emerald hue and stitched with a wonderful cat design! Didn't Tettere enjoy cats? Rather, he more so attuned to kittens than dogs anyway, so it was perfect! Jack pointed one out and mentioned how it would be big on Tettere, but that somehow had its own charm to it as well.

He laughed under his breath and couldn't help but nuzzle the other, smiling bright when he noted how the prince had taken a daring bite where Jack had on the candied apple. How adventurous of him! Jack sighed in mirth and meticulously wrapped his hand over Tettere's, bringing the treat to his lips and carefully biting into it as well, though not before he removed his head from the tip top of the student's head so as not to get his hair a mess with the treat.

He ended up slipping down to his eye level, bumping their heads together faintly as he rested his chin onto his shoulder this time around. "Then a green sweater with a cute cat designs is perfect for you, isn't it?" Jack practically cooed to the smaller blond within his embrace, only removing himself and leaving the apple in his hands before asking for the desired sweater, paying for it and holding it up to Tettere. He purposefully got it a size too big, explaining how cute it would be on the other if the sleeves were too big and it fell along his thighs.

"A bit inappropriate for me to say that but, the more sweater, the more you have to warm you up, right?"

Jack delicately folded it into his arms, sliding in and stepping besides Tettere and lightly bumping their hips before motioning towards the stand. He explained that no matter what Tettere picked that the teacher would gladly accept it. Speaking of which -- the student didn't realize that Jack was no longer a librarian, did he? He hoped that Tettere managed to pick his class to take. Ah, how he would love if it he was in his class! It would be all the more fun to have him there. "By the way, are you taking Creative Writing this year, Tettere?"

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It's the thought that counts. [Event]

‘Bang!’ The first can teetered on the spot, before tumbling off the edge of its wooden perch with a loud clunk.

‘Bang!’ So did the second.

The flawless stream of can sniping continued until a rather large pile of variously sized stuffed animals had begun to mount up in the space beside him. Quickly growing bored of targets that were less than challenging to his expertise, Tieria’s gaze deviated towards the large amassment of soft toys, which prompted a quirk of his brow in questioning

“What are these?” He’d all but demanded the booth owner.

“Your prizes.”

“I don’t want them.”

“Tough, they’re yours!”

And with that final dismissal, the mountain of plush toys had been brusquely forced into his arms, leaving Tieria at a loss with what he was supposed to do with his winnings.

Keen to rid himself of at least one or two of the burdens, an idea had suddenly struck him. Scouring the area for the nearest student he reached out towards a random passerby and extended one of the toys in offering, albeit in a very direct, dry manner - He tried.

“Do you want this?”

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Though he was good with his hands, Jack couldn't necessarily find any of these games that he was particularly good at. How unfortunate. The various plush toys seemed interesting though he didn't care for any other than a large plush in the form of an orange. It would be perfect for his room, having thus decorated it with various orange related memorabilia. Jack all but pouted before his defeated demeanor caused his shoulders to slump and his feet to drag.

That is until he was curiously stopped and offered a bundle of varied stuffed toys. Perhaps fortune was smiling down upon him -- truly it would be if his desired prize was among the others! So without waiting did the creative writing teacher begin to pluck the prizes from the stranger's arms and into his own, leafing through them and hoping he would find the giant orange plush he was hoping for.

He paused in his ministrations however, glancing towards the other --

"Hey, are you really going to give these to me? Seems kind of a waste to just give all of these away..don't you want to keep at least one?"

Despite saying this, Jack flinched as his gloved hand came across a rabbit plush, gripping it with unnecessary force. His lips turned a bright smile regardless and he almost laughed at having found a rabbit of all things! How ironic. He decided that if he were not to keep the others, then at least he would be resolute about keeping this toy for...sentimental reasons. Sort of.

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“Did I scare you?”

The prince stuttered, watching as his former librarian fell to the ground, wanting to kneel down and help him up— until he suddenly felt that prodding hand pinching his cheek. Ohh hells to the naw. The only people who pinched his cheeks were his grandparents of all things, cooing over how grown the prince was. Though he was certain that he had probably gotten a bit taller since Jack had seen him last — the Vessalius did look a bit different himself. Rather than scold him, Tettere simply made a fishy face. “Y-yes, in the flesh…” The prince managed to utter before pulling Jack`s palms away from his, rubbing away the strange feeling in his cheeks. He huffed, pouting up at Jack. Even though his look was sour from having his cheeks pinched like a child (I`m eighteen years old! he had insisted numerous times) Tettere`s expression softened, slowly dissolving into a sweet smile before hiding it in within Jack`s chest, squishing his face against him and taking in his scent. “I missed you.” The prince sighed, ignoring rules and etiquette and hugging his supervisor as a friend rather than as a staff member. “Hmm…” He looked up at the noble, blinking curiously and trying to identify the smell. “You smell like…wine.” Tettere marveled at him, smiling a little bit. “I didn`t see you as the type who enjoyed wine and spirits but I can`t say I dislike them either.” He wondered why the drinking age was different in Japan. The royal had tasted alcohol since he was young, but he wasn`t the type who had it often. “You were looking at the sweaters, too? I was thinking of getting one…perhaps…for you, if you wouldn`t mind.” He flushed a bit, wondering if it would be considered out of line. “Oh— and you dropped yours, so.” Tettere held his apple out to Jack, offering it with a slightly shy smile. “I hope you don`t mind I bit it.”

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"Not at all!" It was both half a joke and half a falsification but only if you were splitting hairs, in his humble opinion. Regardless, Jack plucked the offered apple with a smile as he offhandedly mentioned that the confection would be all the sweeter due to Tettere's touch upon it. He chuckled under his breath after saying this, sweeping his gloved hand once more across the prince's previously pinched cheek, rubbing to soften the slight stinging it perhaps still tinged with. "Thank you,"

Jack paused in thought, what he wished to say and what he wanted to say were conflicting and his breath halted. Ceasing all frivolous thoughts, the Vessalius merely quieted himself with a bite into the previously nibbled upon treat. He made it a point to bite into close where the prince already had. Not exactly in the same spot, but close enough that one could say it was an indirect kiss. His shoulders shivered at the notion and he quickly distracted himself, lips turned into a faint yet gracious grin. With hand still framing the student's features did the noble speak once again with a soft tone.

"You are still the same."

Pulling his hand away, the Vessalius allowed a sigh to part his lips with a glance towards the assorted sweaters. He made a humming noise in thought, tilting head to the side whilst taking idle inches towards the prince. Without much inhibition, or any, Jack slipped in behind him and slipped his arms around his shoulders, propping chin onto the crown of his golden head of hair. He practically wiggled to get closer to the prince, humming as if the act itself was innocent. And on the surface it was, though it was no doubt very informal and uncalled for!

Not that Jack would ever mind. If Tettere did however, Jack wouldn't push anything. He simply enjoyed being near the other, his presence was one that brought warmth to the Vessalius. It came with sweeping emotions of jubilation that Jack would otherwise not be able to experience on his own. Simply, this boy brought a great source of unrivaled elation to Jack, without even having to do anything. Merely, his pure presence washed over Jack profoundly and he constantly desired to be near it, to be engulfed in it. He ended these thoughts with an audible sigh, nestling comfortably against Tettere and pointing with the candied apple rather than a fingertip, emerald eyes finding the prince's gaze.

"Something matching, right? If you wanted to get me one, we should get a pair! A blue one for you and a green one for me, or maybe vice versa? Ah, I think you would look even more charming in something green, Tettere. What do you say?"

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What a lovely time to return to Tancho Academy. Right as the campus had become ensconced in sweet fall colours, wrapped in the slightly blustering cold amidst luridly coloured fall leaves. He especially loved how they crunched under his heels, to be honest. The royal blood especially looked forward to seeing his friends from before - if they still attended, and hopefully they did! Tettere imagined several familiar faces he hoped to see. Among them was the librarian he had gotten to be so familiar with, as he was the staff leader of the club. He hoped that this year they could plan even more books to read. Yes…to just discuss books would be fine enough, even. He didn`t want to pry but— oh, it would be so fun to spend more time with him as well. The blue prince had unpacked his things the night before, awakening to the sound of rather cheerful hubbub outside. Poking his head out the window, Tettere found the most welcome surprise since arriving. He happened to come right before the day of an autumn festival! Tettere wasted no time lacing up his thigh high boots, buttoning up his blazer (as well as securing his cravat and ruby jewel) before practically skipping outside his door and towards the noisy, festive stalls. Naturally he visited the candied apple stand first (naturally, it wasn`t poisoned. Where on earth would you get a far fetched idea like that?) before wandering over to a stall selling quaint little fuzzy sweaters. Admittedly, they were horribly tacky. But something about that was appealing. Perhaps this was their hidden charm point! Gloved fingers skimmed over the soft and fuzzy (if not a bit itchy) fabric, noting the little bunny that was knitted into it`s white fabric, adorned by a little carrot and bunches of grass. It was the perfect little picture. In fact, it quite reminded him of someone. Ah, alas! If only they were here. Tettere hurriedly turned around to see if there were any old books to be found, only to unceremoniously bump into a tall figure and land right on his nicely rounded buttocks. “Hey! Pardon you—!” The prince rubbed his temples, glaring daggers up at the perpetrator before noticing who it was. “W-wait. Jack…?”

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When he heard about the little events going around the school, Jack had initially taken to the wine tasting but found it, ironically, distasteful. It reminded him too much of home. He shuddered at the thought of it, busying himself with another stand making candied apples, plucking one for himself and idly nibbling whilst wandering around. He came upon an interesting stand that held several different handmade(?) sweaters of all kinds. He fiddled with his free hand, running gloved fingertips over the cat design on a few, hand stopping at a particularly blue sweater. It reminded him of --

“Hey! Pardon you—!”

“W-wait. Jack…?”

"Ah..!!!"

Jack had been so shocked by the thought that manifested itself into reality that he stumbled backwards and dropped his candied apple treat, frozen in place in awe. He cleared his throat as his senses came back upon him, and after they had, did the Vessalius straighten himself out and take a breath, a hand to his erratic heartbeat. It had startled him more than he realized, how embarrassing!

A sheepish smile turned his lips and he had no inhibitions about reaching out and pinching the student's cheek fondly. He was overjoyed to see Tettere after all! The school break had been longer than he had anticipated and it almost seemed like ages rather than a few months since he had last seen him. Jack leaned over and then without warning, squished the prince's cheeks together.

"Tettere, it really is you!"

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Ah --

Jack frowned as he hurried to pick up his belongings. Not so much personal ones to others, but very personal treasures to him! He dropped them on the way to his new quarters and was having quite the time trying to pick them up. He was glad he had done this when students and teachers were scarce or else it would have been troublesome. Only due to the fact that Jack had dropped a crate of oranges and effectively, tons of the citrus fruits were rolling and bouncing down the hall.

Jack had tried picking up as many as he could with his hands solely at first but it was a slow process and he had hardly made a dent in the hundreds of oranges he had brought with him. He then tried to collect them into his lurid coat but though he could grab quite a few -- it was still too slow! For the moment, the Vessalius had taken to following wherever his bundles of fruits where rolling to! Turning the corner and watching them eventually slow, only to spot an oncoming stranger!

"Oh no."

"Wait! S-Sir! Your'e going to hurt them!"

Jack (carefully) made his way around his oranges and to the other man, collecting the ones he could from his vicinity and bundling them into his arms, out of breath in his panic. He was really worried that this man would have stepped on one of them! Jack shuddered at the mere thought, smiling a bit and bowing his head in apology. "Forgive me, I was worried for my oranges. Please do be careful! I don't want anyone to step on them and fall, I suppose --"

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Gyro had to admit, being a teacher was hard work! He had to wake up early and get to class, and then he had to actually talk to the students and teach them things. Yuck. He’d much prefer to be outside, taking Valkyrie for a spin around the track field (pretty sure those weren’t built for horses) rather than be stuck inside teaching.

He supposed it wasn’t all bad, but it was kind of boring around here without Johnny around. The Joestar was his best friend, and he always laughed at his jokes and made some of his own! It was always fun around him, but he hadn’t really made any friends here yet. Eh, it wasn’t like he needed them. Besides, he was only here to teach, right?

Still, teaching was more boring than he’d expected it to be. Oh to be a horse racer again…or perhaps…yes! That’s what he could do! Gyro did have plenty of free time on his hands around here, so he could work on his career as a singer! He’d started writing a couple of songs during the Steel Ball Run, and Johnny had said they were pretty good, so all he needed to do was write a few more and he could get an album going! He could call it something like…Do! Do! Zeppeli! Do, like solfège? Get it? Ehhh whatever.

First, it’d be good to get an opinion on the one song he had going already. So, sorry—er, congratulations, lucky sap who just happened to walk past Gyro! He just stopped you in your tracks, giving you a great big golden grin.

“Hey there, buddy! I wanted to get your opinion on a song I’m writin’…it’s gonna be a worldwide hit! It’s called The Cheese Song! Alright, here goes…”

“So gimme your totally honest opinion. What do you think? I can sing you the second verse too…”

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Irrevocably lost, Jack had taken to aimlessly wandering. Surely he would (eventually) find his way through this method! If not, he would at least be entertained in his explorations! Such an occurrence was already upon him, it seemed as he was stopped abruptly to be serenaded by an utter stranger. Jack wished to interject in the man's ramblings once or twice but remained silent with gloved hands folded together. He listened silently with an amiable smile growing --

"The Cheese Song? It's..."

"Quite interesting!" Jack clapped his hands together as an audience would, chuckling in delight at the show. The song itself was...well, as he said. Interesting. The noble shuffled over to the stranger, hand to chin thoughtfully as he spoke what was on his mind aloud, "I would like to hear the second verse, I'm curious as to what it could possibly be.." Jack gave a firm nod and moved hands to hips. Jack tilted his head to the side, still quite lost in thought.

He furrowed his brow and wondered whether or not he should ask this man's name. He supposed that would come later, or not at all, he wasn't too worried about it. In fact, he was far more interested in this...this...pizza mozzarella that the man sang about! Jack had no idea what it was but he had an inkling it had something to do with cheese. Better to ask he guessed, rather than wonder whatever this man was even talking about. With a single blink, emerald eyes stared with an almost eerily blank gaze at the other.