fleurfletrie - underthe-grave
Perhaps it was the attention the seemingly ditzy boy loved when he went to school and participated as a normal being of society. He had caused many a fight with his powers and simply ended up choosing the most clingy of the bunch to hang out with that day -- which was good, since he was rather possessive and clingy himself. Plus, there was no creatures more sexually primitive than high school teenagers. Having repeated the high school process tens to twenties of times, he didn't particularly care for the curriculum. Certainly it was manipulating the pure humans. x "Ah, this is the season of gifting, correct?" x The words were spoken to himself, and he mumbled a few more things to himself before reaching into his bag, pulling out a fairly fresh anpan. x "Aheyo! Sir, merry giving season! Would you like some anpan?" x And a few bats of his sparkling blue eyes. What a disgusting half breed -- you shouldn't trust him.
