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Ixion Farbrigth

"It's okay, it's okay," assured Ixion as the little doggy sheepishly apologized. Reaching a hand to his forehead upon the following comment, the blue haired boy let loose a light laugh, adding a simple, "Thanks."

As the blonde shuffled off for a pizza and made his way out of the kitchen, Ixion resumed with picking up the plate and followed after. Before passing the threshold, however, his attention was caught by a girl a bit shorter, nibbling on meat. There was an air about her as she grumbled to herself that reminded the senior a bit of his own partner, and before he knew it-

"That guy's a douche."

-he was patting her on the head. "Nah," he countered, lips forming a gentle smile, "He's just misguided." The answer, he realized, seemed to have slipped out of his mouth as easily as the head petting had slipped into his actions, and for a moment Idion debated on whether or not he was supposed to have answered her or if she had been talking to herself. While he pondered on the subject, she continued to scold him at a length, the same scolding he would have no doubt received from Ase had the white haired halfa been a little less tired.

"I'm sorry, sorry," apologized Ixion with a small, lighthearted laugh, unable to stop himself from reaching his hand once more to give the girl another pat, "I promise I'll try not to break any more windows." Even the final command was similar, and the thought of it made a large grin emerge on his face, waving a small wave as he started heading to the lounge.

Upon arrival at the common room, it seemed as though a majority of the group had arrived. Several seemed to have collapsed into their own respectable couches, Ixion eyeing some couple action over one end- the shirtless boy and the girl wrapped around him hopefully were going to excuse themselves prior to continuin their sexual endeavors. Reaching for a pizza on his plate and shoving it in his mouth, he made his way towards Ase, eyebrows raising in curiousity to find the earlier blonde was nearby as well.

Having easily scarfed down his first slice, Ixion made his way slowly and quietly so as not to disturb his sleeping partner, past the boy who introduced himself as Blake. "I'm Ixion," he whispered with a small smile, "and nah man, it's totally cool. We're cool."
As he said so, he took to seating himself on one of the arms of the couch, the side closer to Ase's head, resting the plate of pizza on a nearby table. Said plate was now left with a single slice, Ixion already halfway through his second one. "Were you apologizing?" asked the older teen, his voice low but not whispered, licking at stray crumbs on his lips.

He found himself reaching to pat Ase on her head, nibbling on pizza as he did so. Ixion tried to soothe the pain with his gentle petting, finishing his slice as he continued to do so, hoping that his touch somehow comforted her. Partially because he wanted her to fall asleep and get rested, partially because he realized too late that two pizzas weren't enough and maybe if she fell asleep he could eat her's. Wiping crumbs off his other hand and onto his pants, Ixion licked at his lips before glancing up towards Blake. He grinned, softly asking, "Do you wanna be petted, too?"

He meant it jokingly, of course, his blue eyes twinkling with laughter as-
Ixion's hand stopped petting and his smile froze into his face, and like ice, seemed to melt to a slack frown. A surge of energy seemed to force it's way into Ixion's body, running through his spine all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. It was the breathtaking kind of pressure, as though something heavy kept pushing down on him, his shoulders suddenly aching with weight, his legs threatening to give out even though he was already sitting. For a moment Ixion struggled to breathe, and in the inward panic inhaled a sharp rush of air that seemed to stab him in the chest.

The pressure lasted only a second, but felt like minutes, before finally subsiding. His ears rang as oxygen rushed back into his system, sudden awareness washing over Ixion as he could feel the formations of sweat in his back, casting a chill that he was too weary to respind with even a shiver. Although he was within the dorm and, from his knowledge there was only one open window, he could hear the flattering of the school's front gates. Fighting to speak, Ixion could only manage a choked whisper, his throat and tongue suddenly inexplicably dry.

"Demon."

"Yoo hoo!" cried out a masked figure from the other side of the gates, a taloned claw wrapped around one of the bars. They shook the gates with vigor, metal ringing against one another as he continued to shout for attention, "I know there are still some sweeties left out there!! Open the gates why don't you?"

They glanced up to the distance of where the whole of the Academy once stood, it's ruined features too easily detectable. "I don't wanna break down this gate you know!!" they continued to shout, yells unmuffled despite the mask. As the rattles continued, additional noises added to the one man parade, creaks and groans rising as the hinges of the gate started prying off. "Fines and stuff are hell!! Haha, get it?? Hell-oooooo??"

It seemed as though another useless nuisance had arrived.

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