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Kurogane shared a stoic, briefly annoyed glance with his sister, at the pure ignorance the boy was displaying. He honestly didn't understand why the students skipped. He and his sister didn't really have to go to the majority of their classes, and it was something that their father spoke with their principal about; they were heavily tutored at home...very, very heavily tutored, and so they acted more as...'Prefects' at the school, moreso than students, although they were, undeniably students. Them being able to go wherever they wanted in the school may also have something to do with the fact that the principal was shit-scared of both Kurogane and his Father, so that was a thing. An amusing thing, to be sure.

His voice was cold and stoic as he casually walked forward, both hands resting in his pockets. With nimble fingers, he flicked the can to the side, sending it careening towards the railing, where it uneasily balanced itself on the edge. [b]"Detention. Go to class."[/b] Only one word needed to be spoken. It was a warning; if he refused to get up and go to class, then he would be in pain. Literally. His body would be eviscerated.