Revan

Revan waited until he was sure that the girl had finished her little rant, silently nodding as she listed off several things that he supposed were meant to insult or threaten him, but were over all just very annoying. The moment that she seemed to take a breath, Revan simply grabbed her by the head again, spun her around, then picked her up by the scruff of her shirt, holding her out in front of him like she was a cat. "Delilah, I'll deal with this one, you deal with the boy, either taking him to the headmaster or whatever." 

Revan than walked out of the room, giving a small wave to Xavier as he passed, his passive face changing into a mischievous grin and a wink as he saw that his son was chatting it up with a girl. [i]Just like his old man, women can't resist us.[/i] He chuckled a little as he continued walking until he came to a dumpster, which he opened and tossed the girl into, closing the lid shut and sitting on top of it so she'd she'd have no way of escaping unless he'd want her to. "Okay, girly, this is how things are going to work. You are going to apologize to meet as sincerely as you can, or you'll be spending the rest of the night in the dumpster, and I have to deem whether or not it's sincere or not. If you understand that, then you may proceed to grovel like the little brat you are."
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Xavier

Xavier took a few deep breaths, calming himself down so that he didn't have another episode like he had earlier that morning. [color=f26522]"Yeah, you're right, I shouldn't even be this surprised. I've always been able to instinctively know stuff without knowing why, this is the first time it's been something like a language though. I always thought I was just really good at figuring stuff out, but deduction doesn't allow people to learn Russian after identifying an accent."[/color] Xavier chuckled a little, before it turned into a small frown as he saw his dad carry some pink-haired curl like a cat, giving him a wave and that smug-as-shit grin he always got when his mind was in the gutter. I didn't take Xavier long to piece together what that was, and the mere thought of it made him turn as red as a tomato. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he downed the rest of drink, which wasn't much, a fact that he cursed in his head. The images in his head still being a bit too vivid for his liking. 

The blush fading a little, he kept his eyes straight ahead, trying to clean his mind of the thoughts. But still, he couldn't help but wonder. . . and then he had too wonder no longer. His brain, somehow, had conjured an image of Katya completely naked in his head, one that h knew was a hundred percent accurate in everywhere. The blush that had been about to fade came back with a vengeance, and he was pretty sure that his heart had exploded by how much embarrassment and shame he felt at the moment. He couldn't look in Katy7a's general direction for even a second, as he seemed to radiate intense amounts of shame. He really didn't want to say a word about it, for fear of ruining what could be a good friendship, but he felt that it would be even worse to keep it hidden. So with that in mind, he decided to spill, hoping beyond hope that Katya would be understanding that it had been an accident.

[color=f26522]"Uh Katya, about that, um, knowing things I should have no business knowing. It just happened again. . . and it's about you. . . being . . . [sub]naked."[/sub][/color] Xavier looked like he could just die on the spot, he was that ashamed of himself for what he had down, no matter how much he hadn't meant for it to happen. [color=f26522]"I swear I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did, I have no idea what triggers these things, honest."[/color]
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Grimm

As Graiai let Revan have it, Grimm suddenly found the inspiration he had been lacking, drawing a mirrored version of her underneath the calm one, except this one looked like a devilish hellion, the eye she had holding nothing but darkness and pain for any who defied her, and her surroundings were drenched in flames, a stark contrast to the tranquil waters of the first. Grimm, after finishing the sketch stood up and watched the man walk out with the pink haired girl, before turning towards Silver haired one, Marci was her name. While she didn't have the physical interest as the other one, her soul did have a nice chill to it, showing a woman clothed in frost wielding a variety of Icen knives and a dangerous, yet alluring look that seemed to say: 'Come close, if you dare, and see what happens.'

"Marci, was it, would you also liked to have a portrait or drawing for yourself?" He asked, politely, though he had already made a promise to himself that he would get a drawing of her whether she agreed or not, it was just a matter of tonight, or tomorrow and if she would herself be getting a copy.
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