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No. It wasn't going to be like before. That one meaningful parting act was the sign. [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) could not help but stare dumbly at the angel's back as she left him to stew in his own stupidity in the library with only its indifferent librarian to keep him company. Seconds went by before he could feel his fingers again, and his first act was to bring them up to his cheek where she had kissed him. Those soft, pink lips -- they graced him at _this_ part, where his index and middle fingertips felt. The area felt sweetly hot, but unfortunately for Tim's wandering romantic imagination, it wasn't her lingering warmth; it was simply him flushing brightly not unlike [Poppy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323885), all the way to his ears. In his mind, the silence of his frozen thoughts was broken by a repeating smacking sound, quite stark against the deathly quiet. And in the backdrop, a mild snickering could be heard. Cadwal was slowly clapping his ghostly hands, and trying to contain himself. _"Cadwal..."_ was the only thing Timothy could manage; he was going to tell him to shut up. _"Hah! You...,"_ the ghostly knight struggled, _"Didn't expect that, did you?"_ _"... I... I did not."_ _"Oh boy, but, ah,"_ he finished laughing, though annoyingly for Tim he had dragged it out first. _"Don't think of it too seriously."_ _"What... do you mean?"_ _"The gesture might be meaningless. Girl like that, the sincerity is questionable."_ _"You think?"_ _"I think? You **know**. Or have you forgotten that she compared herself to Satan or that she described herself as a manipulator? Don't tell me you were so blinded that you utterly believed everything she said, just because she was nice to you? She's one of the gang leaders in this school, and one who is feared for specifically the thing you're falling a victim of."_ Maybe it was because he couldn't think straight yet, but Tim found himself in agreement. Yet, he was still opposed to the idea that he was being played like a fool. _"Well, I-"_ _"Hold that thought,"_ Cadwal interrupted. _"Let's talk of this where we can at least pretend to have more privacy. You look like a mess, boy, and you don't even have to look at a mirror. I think we're done for the day. Let's get back to your room."_ _"Yeah,"_ he finally let go of his cheek, resigning himself to Cadwal's counsel. _"Let's."_

Blyat; the ship is good, after all.

I'd join, but I don't know didley about RWBY.

[Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) did not have many friends, even before he came to St. Dymphna. Maybe it was because he lived in the worse part of town, but his sincere niceness was treated with suspicion by most of his peers, and his Christian indoctrination made him abstain from all the sleepovers, the parties, the movie night-outs, the young love, and perhaps even the vices of smoking and drinking while still a minor: things that he should have all experienced by now, before he turned 17 four months later - but haven't. He spent most of his time in his room, preoccupied always in his own little world of historical glory as he summoned forth (and interrogated) past Crusaders and meditated on Cadwal's lectures, if he wasn't being a good boy and studying. At his former school's cafeteria, he thought he would find good company at the nerds' table, but was turned off by their rampant watching of hentai and other sexual deviances. Looking back, most of his interactions with people of his age group involved them copying the homework they didn't do, or doing the group project by himself. Not that he minded all too much, but Timothy was still a teenager in a modern world. And he found it just a bit shameful. Maybe it would be the same here, as after he had his little goodbye wave ignored by [Poppy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) and he sat down with his new charges and inspected their papers with genuine interest, guiding them on with his esoteric knowledge without intention of receiving any form of compensation other than a little gratitude. Or, he as stole a small, innocent-enough glance at Henrietta, maybe it would not. Either way, he would be fine with it all.

[This](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JszrVftt1h0&feature=youtu.be) is the official romance theme song. Personally for me, at least. Edit: Made a little exposition post on Tim as he helps Henrietta out. Now I'm going to bed. I didn't even know how exhausted I was till I started writing my latest post and I literally could not think clearly.

Malcador's acquaintances with Jurfang, but I don't think he needs any more than this.

Posted, boss.

> Henrietta peered sheepishly at Poppy and Timothy. "If it helps, I don't really read anyone's minds at night. The teenage thoughts of hormone ridden boys and girls during aren't exactly the kind of the you want to be seeing." "Yeah, I would imagine," [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) agreed, smiling still and mildly regretful at thinking the thoughts that were making Henrietta's cheeks charmingly flushed. But then again, he reasoned, he was not really at fault, because he surely cannot be in control at what comes to mind immediately upon seeing something. No-one could fault him for finding Henrietta beautiful; he was just a newcomer amongst a massive horde who thought the same, though he was quite closer to the center of it, he thought, being able to converse with her freely as of the moment - and he hoped he would continue to. She didn't seem like a bad girl. "Well, at least I know I'm completely safe at night." He leaned back, and relaxed his shoulders against the chair. "Or not. With your powers, we're all probably, for the lack of a better term, damned either way. But yeah," he rolled his eyes, trying to find something else to say, but finding none. "That's that." _"That's a nice concept. Damned either way when it comes to her. Are we to resign ourselves to this philosophy?"_ Cadwal wondered, mentally stroking his ghostly beard. _"I wonder if she can manipulate me, though."_ _"Well, she can hear your thoughts, Cadwal."_ _"Speaking of thoughts, I'd love to know her reactions to the shite you come up with every night on your bed. I mean, I've met some risque poets before, but you-"_ _"Bloody hell, mate, don't tempt her!"_

Naw, he abandoned me to go clean. ;_; Anyway, will your post be up by 11, boss? If not, I'll be asleep.

Sure, boss. Guess Apokalipse and I will have to gossip behind your back.