[i][b][color=00aeef]Nodah Listig[/color][/b][/i]

[i]"Do you always speak like you're talking to the King?"[/i] he heard Zephyr say. Nodah's eyes flickered to him, and he allowed his lips to unfurl into a slanted smirk, and for a sonorous chuckle to rumble from his chest. [color=00aeef]"Hm, mayhaps. No one has complained before, though. Doesn't everyone simply [i]adore[/i] being handled as nobility would?"[/color] He caught Kuroda's bob of the head, and returned it with a tilt of an imaginary hat, though he wasn't quite sure where the approval stemmed from. [i]Perhaps it is my manner of speaking. Strange how taken the students at Rosewood seem to be by it.[/i]

Nodah listened to the exchange between Zensei and Kuroda, while he tucked his bag into a corner, pledging to put away his spare collection of possessions another day. [i]Rather melodramatic of the pixie[/i], he thought, lips twitching despite his best efforts to restrain them, as he swung his legs onto the bed and crossed them at the ankles. He folded his arms behind his head, staring at Zensei's wings, Kuroda's feline ears, Zephyr's reptilian arm and horned forehead. By comparison, Nodah was positively average, humanoid and predictable. He raked his eyes over Reas' rollerblades two beds across. [color=00aeef]"Quite the fire hazard, no?"[/color] he said lightly - a jape with the best of intentions - leaning back and giving into the soft yield of the mattress beneath him.