[center][h3][color=662d91]Vega[/color][/h3]
Luna Crescente East Park[/center]

[@Lord Sawsaw2] (Angela)
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Vega lounged on the bench, arms on the upper railings as he craned his neck backwards in relaxation, though the aura he gave off was far from relaxation, more like restlessness and an element of instability. Despite having so much food, Angela could observe that he had only eaten one or two packets of probably over a dozen. He didn't seem at all interested in what he had obtained, a waste of food so it seemed. 

[color=662d91]"Aaahhhh, Ms. Angela teacher miss, my stomach feels really bad, I think I ate something foul just now and can't go and attend class. Can't I have a day off?..."[/color], he began, his voice high and mockingly acting, his head still craned over the bench, but after a pause he shifted and sat forward, elbows on his knees.

[color=662d91]"As if... That never works with you sticklers"[/color], he didn't like being told what to do, unless there was something in it for him, he wasn't going to go willingly. Delsin wanted to talk to him, must be about the damn S Trials. He used to look forward to them as a chance to have some fun but turns out they were just boring little tests. Still... As much as he hated it, it wouldn't do him any good to ignore Delsin's demands, don't bite the hand that feeds... Too much. However... The person before him isn't Delsin, though he plans to answer, he was frustrated and stealing and mugging didn't seem to do a thing.

[color=662d91]"Whatever, humor me for a little"[/color], he stood up, cricked his neck as he flipped his hand out of his pocket, a flash of silver could be seen as his knife flew up into the air, it's respective parts splitting and then being enveloped in a malicious matte aura tinged with purple, and within moments forming a scythe.