@sgnxkang / two for price of one
contrary to popular belief, kaiser had some morals, despite not half full, but somewhat, half empty. either way, he had half of it. and half of it was filled with irrationality and the need to dislodge a person’s nose, his alignment can be hazy at times. he hears some muffled chatter amidst the other students as he passes through the hallway, textbook in hand, a brow raises as curiosity latches itself onto him. obsidian hues searching for an answer, as the chatter becomes more audible. he spots numerous students gathering around, a fairly familiar scenario, he has been the centre of many gatherings, many of which have resulted in his bloodied knuckles scraping up against the hallways on his way to the nurse of some sort of office for an overdue punishment. but, this, this was different, for the first time, he wasn’t in the middle of the circle, instead here he was, watching it.
two males throwing punches, and he spots a third attempting to sneak from behind, a dirty move, receiving a raise from kaiser’s brow. fighting was something that brought joy to him, the adrenaline that he feels, the rush of some sort of refreshing air, breezing through sanguine veins as if tinting his cages bright orange. and his irrationality kicks in, he tosses his most heavy and only medicine textbook at the third participant, hearing a loud groan before some profanities were thrown back at him. obsidian hues roll, as the other approaches him, a foot reeling back and lands onto the other’s abdomen and they tumble back, and before they could get up, a foot comes up, pressing against their throat, looking over his shoulder towards his now, ally. “you good?” his foot applying more pressure, he hears wheezing but not enough for him to show mercy, “you want him dead or what?”
