Nikola blinked. Did this boy just ignore the whiskey sitting right in front of his face? He smashed the money back to Dendus with a harsh sweep of his hand, shooting out with an offended, angered tone, [b]"You inferior little... runt. I gave you your shot, and yet your brain processing proves that you cannot detect whether that drink sitting on the tray right [u]in front of your damn face[/u] is whiskey or not?!"[/b] The cybernetic man commanded E.A.R. to transform into a laser weapon just to threaten this pathetic child... but the mechanical arm simply hugged his neck with a blue light coming out of its palm. Nikola looked like he wanted to say something more to the smoking brat, though he quickly resided into giving into the little morality he had left. [b]"Enjoy your [u]drink[/u],"[/b] the inventor muttered, genuinely hoping that he would get the chance to brainwash all of these stupid scumbags so that they could realize just what dire situation they were in. [b]"I will see to it that the other teachers straighten up and teach the students how to properly [i]see[/i] things right in front of their [i]dense[/i] faces..."[/b] He did not like the academy's approach in giving the students a chance to have a break. They were supposed to be building a powerful army out of these students- an army that tossed away their emotions in order to approach Hell's men without fear. From what he could tell, those so-called demons, who were inferior to his technological might, will have intentions to kill the next time they arrive. Everything was supposed to be wrong, with students panicking over their lives at this point... ...and yet, here they were, talking about how delicious the smoothies were. And they were incapable of knowing what was whiskey and what was not. That alone aggravated him. Just how many fools were going to think that the demons could not kill them? Like he gave a sh-t about the smoothies he made in five seconds. Or the whiskey that was literally made under one second, which took the smoking little fleshbag a damn millennium on comprehending that the glass of whiskey [u]was a glass of whiskey[/u]. He hoped that the other customers had a good drink. Actually, no. He wanted them to wake up and realize that they would die soon. [i]That[/i] would satisfy him. But that would obviously come at another time, for the principal had blinded them with the illusion of a good future. --- Ryuu grinned awkwardly. After all, it was not your everyday thing to meet a person with snakes as their hair. A [i]woman[/i] with snakes as their hair. He felt as if he were looking at some Greek mythological figure. But she did seem to have manners, for she seemed somewhat nice, much to his surprise. And she did not seem to mind his scary looks. For now, that is. "Me?" Ryuu nervously asked, still attempting to keep looking at her face instead of the patch of melons. "Oh, uh... I didn't even do anything yet, and I'm already loving it! I'm getting a feeling this break'll be awesome. I'm gonna go rest around the beach soon. After I unpack my stuff, that is." Ironically enough, he did not lie at all. He did, after all, love the fields of melons. He just hoped he would not be seeing any [i]watermelons[/i] soon. Now that would just leave him in bliss... ... ...because he was a farmer. Yup. He loved farming. He totally loved farming even though he never touched farming equipment before.