[color=0072bc][b]NEMO ALTARE[/b][/color]


The recruit's boots stopped mid-motion, bringing themselves into place as he let out a low groan, turning slowly on his heel. He'd been right...though it was a bit earlier than he'd expected to have been dealing with "Angelo" again.

The boy cringed, the sound of [i]"it"[/i] coming off as so...trashy.

Nemo disliked having to use that name, the overall structure just didn't have that..."ring" to it. "Angelo" didn't quite roll off of the tongue, so much as it stumbled about in--more than likely--the same drunken stupor his father had been in when he met the poor boy's mother. With a steady pace, the recruit made his way over to Caroline again, eyes disapprovingly gazing at hers, before he reset the arm into place with a hard smack. Having done so, he took up a portion of the boy's weight upon himself, dragging the youngster's arm over his shoulder and gripping it firmly in place.

[color=0072bc]"So, Caroline, where shall we take [i]"Angie"[/i] here. Infirmary or Dorms?"[/color]

The moment the nickname rolled off of his tongue, Nemo knew he'd found it, Angelo's new name far exceeded the creativity of the former. Smiling, he looked past "Angie"'s face and directly at Caroline's, making sure she knew how much he wanted to get at her "friend"'s goat for being such an obnoxious [b]"merde"[/b].