☂; soda POP } open
For a man of his age, and of his experiences, even he can’t deny that Kerria has it’s own brand of beauty. From the buildings, to the landscapes, the academy has the right to boast—and yet, it doesn’t really.
He takes his steps down the main building’s hallway, intending to rest somewhere without many people and do a bit more of his paperwork. Coming here on a whim, deciding to be a teacher once again, and choosing a school like Kerria of all places. He admits, it wasn’t really like him.
But rumours reached his ears and he felt inclined to find out, even if just a little bit, of… the truth, behind those ‘rumours’. Which is strange, he has so many better things to do than teach snotty brats. Seledy doesn’t exactly know what hit him.
Literally.
There was a loud, pop!, before his red eyes shut close by instinct. The man freezes mid-step, eyes still closed, letting his tongue dart out to lick the liquid that had oh so graciously drenched his blue hair and face.
Did he just get sprayed with soda?
She is hardly one to shrink into corners, to have anything but a fire in her ribcage and embers in her grin. A hurricane girl through and through, she isn't afraid to stand out -- to have all eyes on her, which you can feel more than see, anyway -- and it shows.
More often than not, it makes her come across just the slightest bit obnoxious.
But then again, she's not typically the type to be all that considerate, anyway. So when the soda she'd bought slips from her slim fingers onto the floor, she picks it back up and opens it without a thought for the consequences to come.
Naturally, when it begins shooting out in all directions, she very graciously aims it away from herself. When it finally settles, she takes a moment to lean forward and give the offending area a sniff.
"Oh, hm. What's that smell?"
She hums with a touch of something decidedly devoid of sympathy or contrition, and swipes a nail across her victim's face, before popping it into her mouth. "Mmmm, cherry-blue swirl. You and my soda make a really nice combination, mister." At least, she assumes they're male, from the scent. Whatever the case, she isn't really all that bothered. Surely he knows it was an accident. Things happen.
