Quietly he strolled along the pathways found throughout the Academy, he was on his final year, ready to graduate and become a full fledged Death God, it had been a long time coming, he'd worked hard for this moment. That was when, as he walked along, he felt something run into him, and an angry voice shouting at him, a thud bouncing through his body, though he barely even staggered, eyes roving around he found the source of the noise, a newer student, very young.

"I think that's my line, undergraduate." He said, looking down and seeing the girl on the ground as he offered his hand "You were running through here full tilt with nary a care where you were going, I was just enjoying a leisurely stroll when you barreled into me." When she was on her feet he helped dust her off "If it really bothers you so much, perhaps you should pay more attention."

With that done "Now, to what do I owe the pleasure?"