[center][h3][color=f26522]- Lukas Kunze -[/color][/h3]

The class day seemed to persist for quite some time, though his own focus persisted through versus some of the other students... though he did often revolve his head to see how Lyssa was doing. From what he denoted, Lukas was pretty sure most of the time he looked back she was relishing her clothes instead of taking the study seriously. Regardless, even if some of this information he was familiar with, he made sure to mark what the teacher sounded out to be as the prime focus.

Spinning the pen around, he also made sure to take notes over some of the other students; couldn't hurt to be overly cautious, especially of the nobles. Lukas didn't intend for them to discover who he was and he was going to make sure that he wouldn't be subjected to any bullying.

In any case, once class came to an end, he glanced around, noting some of the mild chatter as he closed his book. Now it was time to reclaim what was his; he began feeling around the area where he left his items and much to his relief, the luggage was still in place. Walking quickly to the same area, he would wink or make a simple quip at a common girl that would be counted as flirting.

... at least no nobility would see any of these brazen attempts.

Lukas was surprised when he lady sitting with another man upped it and began courting another of the same sex... while he didn't exactly come to mind this, Lukas knew that sort of act was... frowned upon due to the church, but then again, his ideology differed. Along with that, the precept of the church was still persistent, but weakening, though that thought was for another time. He smiled, chuckling under his breath, though he was able to catch the slap, which made him cringe slightly and touch his own.

Yeesh.

Regardless, he managed to garner his stuff and quickly bring them back to the private suites for nobles. As he located his room, Lukas was charged with questions with those occupying the space. He told them the same lie - he was a servant of one of the nobles, he was also at the school to keep an eye on the young master, and that he had to hurry up before he was in trouble. It was the sort of thing that made him mentally irritated.

For the most part he was let off the hook, though he was harassed from time to time by his, erm, "social class." It was efficient, at least?
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Thankfully, all of his items were settled into his room, though he had to go through and start organizing everything, for this was his new home for the coming years. Spending time multitasking, he began to set up some of the clothes in the closet with Telekinesis, lined the shelves with his own literature he had collected, and organize his blades.

All while he was polishing one of the finest pieces of steel, he pondered on what he should wear to his date tonight. Whistling a tune to himself, he swiftly sheathed the sword and arranged them with the others. Grunting and stretching, he went over to the closet and procured one of his dress clothes and began to change into them.

Going to the mirror, he stared in disgust at the golden lining, elaborate swirly patterns, shapes, and crosses going down the piece vertically. The shade's and hue stayed nearly constant, deviating for brown and white features. The sleeves went down directly to his wrists, along wi-

[color=f26522]"Ugh, anything else,"[/color] he grumbled in contempt as he got the item off. That looked way too out of place for a noble and would certainly raise suspicion in Lyssa's eye... along with that, he just utterly despised it; these frilly clothes weren't his style and the others didn't work. It was either one of the few articles of wear he disliked or his usual attire.

Looks like he had no choice but to change back into his normal clothes. Going shirtless, he made sure it was neatly hung up before putting back his whitish-brown shirt. Now what he had to do was figure out what to do; he had a plethora of things to do and did promise lunch and dinner... though he was sorely tempted to "spar" with himself or grab a quick read.

Opening is small booklet, he analyzed the information on it before slapping it closed with resolution. Grabbing some gold and his satchel, he also made sure to bring along his notepad, just in case he needed to... "entertain" himself whilst waiting. Next, he clipped two blades onto his being; one as his main and one as a spare. Making sure everything was locked, he then proceeded to open the window. Using his powers, Lukas centered his shoes and just about everything on his torso to legs to the structure. Finally locking up his window (or closing them at the most), he jumped off, landing with a small *pap* on the grass below.

Retrieving his journal, he began going over the facial features he found were of substance to him. Memorizing this all would be the next step, then the facade. Walking to town, he kept his nose primed on the book, though he was interested in one thing.

What was Lyssa up to? Other than the short lunch, he didn't even get the chance to speak with her after they departed, though she probably was just busy. He had faith she wouldn't deviate from the schedule, though he decided now would be a grand time to opt over where they would dine! Fancy, plain, or in the middle? Maybe some place with meat and vegetables? Flurries of notions rushed through his head for the moment as he pocketed the book and began learning more about the area.

Gotta make a truly lasting impression on the girl, ey?[/center]