Xiro Zean
Sloth
"...Which is why I think that you secretly have some odd, ambiguous behavioral disorder and are moonlighting as a sociopathic serial killer."
"...What."
Aoi Nakatsukasa, the dark haired Japanese meister in question, had just been on the recieving end of a very awkward - yet at some points disturbingly accurate - psychoanalysis by the pink haired weapon following after him. Naturally, the demure young man was flustered like nobody's business. Unfortunately he was passive than aggressive, which meant that he had to stick with his follower for now. Though a quick view of his nearby surroundings gave him a rather decent idea of how to get pinkie over there off his back...
"You heard me, Mr. Nakatsukasa. Socio. Path."
"Ah, that... doesn't make any sense... At all. ...Don't you have anyone else to talk too..."
"Now that we've got that out of the way, let's move on to a different topic. How about..."
On the other hand, there was Ilya, the pink haired weapon with black blood running through his veins. The young weapon had the biggest smirk on her face after having that little 'chat' with his pal Aoi over there on the way to class. To say that she enjoyed further frustrating the young man, though to say it was for just that reason wouldn't exactly be correct. While she did like the fact that he could unnerve Aoi, what she did was a lot like a... bonding time. A period to get to know friends a bit better. That was it. No matter if his methods were a bit... unusual. Really, it was Aoi's fault for not being used to it. Now if only she could lead Aoi somewhere other than the Academy so he could get some juicy secrets instead of being lobbed in a classroom with her meister, Mr. Flint Evans. The guy wasn't any fun to toy with at all!
'Based on their movements... It looks like Ilya's trying to get me away from the school. Which means I have to take a more roundabout route... Greeeaaat.' Aoi thought dryly, making the necessary adjustments to his plan before putting it into action.
"Hey guys! Eh, sorry for the late arrival."
"You...! ...Well played, Nakatsukasa. Well played, indeed." Ilya said, socking Aoi in the arm after having conceded defeat to the other student who was busy smiling wryly to himself over off on the other side of the group. Ilya been led around the side to their little group of friends gathered up at front. She didn't enjoy how she had been led into his so-called trap, but he respected Aoi's particular choice of tactic. Subtle, with no room for a 'counterattack'.
"Mornin'," Ilya greeted in her usual monotone voice.