Brushing the shoulder of the red vest he wore over the long black sleeves and pants, Felice scanned the area around him as he entered the dining hall. Bright amber eyes met darker ones for a brief moment before sweeping away towards another girl seemingly decorated with flowers standing outside the door. Surely there were more than this? Probably on their way. The slightly short boy's scowl never changed as he took a seat in the center of the room, head held high despite the circumstances. Old habits die hard, even after the incident with the chair recently. It almost made him smirk, actually, to think that he had actually survived that. 

[i]Still, at what cost? He had better not...[/i]