[So Felid did the thing in Glen's heart. The thing that resulted in Glen being in love with him. It didn't take him long to figure out that was what he'd done, and removing Glen's demon was just a few theater payments behind Glen's back. After that, there wasn't anything Glen could do when Felid pinned him to the bed while fucking him, and forced his own blood into Glen's mouth despite the man's resistance and attempts to spit it out.]
[Coming inside Glen while he turned was probably the single most erotic thing of Felid's life, and the only downside was that it would be really impossible to top that look of hate and despair and helplessness in the man's eyes at the time.]
[Felid just would have to never forget it.]
[After that Glen wasn't so hard to drag back to their home from court. How could he face his friends when he loved the vampire he hated? When Glen WAS a vampire? So Felid brought him home as another random servant he'd taken a liking to, a powerful vampire ally but no one questioned Felid's eccentricities and if Glen resembled a prominent human enemy, no one challenged Felid on it.]
[Felid, for his part, was happy. He had more toys to collect and power to gain and this isn't how he'd hoped things would play out, but it was more than entertaining enough. Which is why he was visiting Glen's room in his own manor that night, shedding his cape on Glen's couch and making himself at home with the tepid bottled blood that was all they were allowed in the cities.]
[The only thing Glen's really wanted since they've come back is to die. He feels hollowed out, all the defining parts of him carved from his chest and replaced with foreign, unpleasant and unwanted feelings. He hates Felid. He hates him more than he thought it was possible to hate anything. But at the same time, ever since that, he can't deny the aching need to be with him, the fear of being left alone, the warmth when he receives "affection" that's usually violent and always degrading. It doesn't feel like him, and his mind denies it, but he can't remove that alteration to his heart no matter how much he wants to. And he can't remove the alteration to his body, either -- he won't let himself fall so far as to become a demon, but the knowledge that his humanity has been stolen from him hammers at him constantly, with every little sensation that feels so different in a changed form.
He can't have anything back. All of his hopes and dreams are gone. He's been twisted into a sick parody of himself and all his "family" and "friends" can't reach him anymore.
But it's very hard to commit suicide as a vampire, and Felid won't let him besides. So after a couple of weeks he's given up and has simply become listless, hiding away in the disgustingly decadent room he's been provided and chasing his thoughts around a mind that seems absurdly empty with only him in it. He's pretty sure he's lost his grip on any sanity that was left before he hid in himself that time. But it doesn't really matter when he's alone with himself and Felid, and he still adamantly refuses to have anything to do with the rest of the city or any possible attempts to get him to be part of society (and especially part of the anti-human efforts).
It's fine. If he can't disappear, he'll sit here and rot.]
What do you want now?
[When Felid comes in, he is, as usual, curled up on the day bed at the window, playing at reading but really just staring out into nothing. He'll miss hours like that, lost in his own head rather than interacting with his current reality.]
[It's been so nice watching Glen devolve in on himself, but still fail to give up entirely. Suicidal as Glen is, he's already accepted he can't die without Felid's permission, and that, that's a euphoric sort of power. Felid kicks off his boots and stretches. Lounging and happy.]
I want to be with you of course.
[He smiles, gentle and friendly. As if it were perfectly natural to seek Glen's company for the sheer pleasure of it. And it is a pleasure, to be with Glen like this.]
[That smile makes him flush, now, a flutter rising in his chest, so he looks away, setting his book down and curling up more tightly. He's given up on trying to escape, and he's given up on trying to be strong. It doesn't matter anymore. Felid can see him look a wreck all he wants.]
Whenever you last brought me something, obviously. I don't keep track.
[So from some trick or other Glen managed to keep Felid from regaining his memories. He did not, however, stop him from reaching Queen first, something Felid managed by luck and fortune somehow. But when he took the post Glen had is trust so entirely and completely, that instead of restoring his own memories instantly, he asked his "friend" what to do.]
[And Glen's response was that Felid's purpose had been to aid him all along. Believing Glen entirely, Felid gave him the power of Queen without question.]
[And there's where Felid should have ceased to exist.]
[But Glen always had a soft heart. Instead of destroying his enemy once and for all, Felid's memories were removed permanently, and the two returned to a world where Glen had the power to change fate. And change it he did. The war was ended swiftly when the vampires and monsters were eliminated, and the Hiiragi removed from power. But who did that leave to rebuild the world?]
[Only Glen could be trusted to see the world rebuilt in the proper way, so Glen was left to carry the leadership of Japan. And at his side, Felid remained, clueless and innocent and cheerfully unaware of any of their history, or that of their world. Never leaving his side. So here he is in the morning, sitting on the edge of Glen's bed with a hot cup of coffee and a genuine smile that may still, after almost two years, seem out of place and false on his face.]
Good morning~
[ In the time he's had, he's observed Glen. And though he may, essentially, be two in terms of memories and emotional growth, he's also a grown man and intelligent and educated. Most of that he hasn't forgotten, his brain is intact but missing centuries. So all he has is wits and emotions that aren't numbed by ancient boredom. And in that time, like everyone who knows Glen, he's fallen rather in love with him, even if he suspects his friend to be a bit mad.]
Ah, yes. He started out mostly alright, and of course he genuinely wanted (and wants) to make things right, but exercising the power of essentially, a god, is a little difficult to deal with, emotionally. Yes, the war needed to be won as quickly and efficiently as possible. Yes, the world needs someone strong and firm to organize as it puts itself back together. But one man disappearing for a short while and coming back with the power to instantly decimate his enemies is a terrifying thing, and it's hard for people to truly trust and welcome a leader like that. It's hard to rule by anything but fear when one has gone beyond the realms of power natural to the world one lives in.
But he's tried. And maybe it's worn on him, and maybe it's gotten out of hand here and there, and maybe he's frayed at the edges. But he always knew he was looking for a drastic answer when he went to Court, so he can't complain. He just trusts his friends to keep him feeling grounded.
And, somehow, Felid Bathory of all people is numbered one of them. He just... couldn't kill him, in the end. He should have. He had all right to. But the very act of giving up the power of Queen made it impossible. That this Felid, without his memories, was a person who trusted Glen enough to do that -- that he was unselfish enough to be willing to give it up at all -- put a weight in Glen's gut that left him unable to carry out that "wedding vow", when he could just as easily ensure that the old Felid didn't come back instead. And wasn't that a victory in itself? He could just tell himself that he'd killed the Felid that hurt him. He humiliated him, in a way, by replacing him with someone different, who'd do what Glen said, who'd give up power and couldn't (wouldn't) hurt anyone anymore. That was good enough.
But it's still unsettling. It doesn't feel right, even two years later, but it feels better than the idea of murdering someone who doesn't know what they're being punished for, and who trusts him completely. So he only feels the slightest bit dissonant as he sits up this morning, like every morning, rubbing his eyes and reaching for the coffee with a sleepy grumble.]
How are you so cheerful in the morning? Shouldn't you be in a coffin somewhere?
[He's perfectly capable of being charming and flirting without shame. He never had shame before, and he never learned it after losing his memories. He's been curious, for all that time, what he doesn't recall. But Glen never seemed to think he needed to remember it, and for his trust in Glen, he decided he wouldn't ask too much. After all, Glen has a lot on his shoulders especially these days. Remaking the world is a lot to do, and even Felid can tell the difference of the pressure that weighs on him now versus a year ago.]
[That Glen finds him unsettling he also suspects, though why, he assumes is leftover prejudice against vampires. Though he hasn't observed the same hair's hesitation in Glen's interactions with Mikaela, Mikaela is young and who would find a child unsettling? Certainly no one with Glen's strength.]
[He hands the coffee over. Just the way Glen likes it, as always.]
A coffin wouldn't be nearly as cheering as seeing your grumpy return to wakefulness. How late were you up? You should take it easy on yourself.
[Honestly, sometimes he just wants to shout at Felid. To demand to know why he has to be so nice, so openly affectionate, when for such a large chunk of Glen's life he was a source of nothing but pain and hopelessness and degradation. It's not fair. But it's also something Glen did. He's the one that started it. He made this new Felid and he can't take it back. He should be grateful, honestly, for the confirmation that there's some seed of something of worth inside even the worst people.
But, truthfully, that's a bittersweet lesson. He'd rather have had the opposite proved, so he could hate fully and without hesitation. Instead this leaves him constantly questioning his actions, the destruction of the vampire species that he knows was, in reality, a brutal and spite-fueled genocide.
He hates it. It's hard to sleep at night, knowing that he, personally, is responsible not only for failing to prevent the decimation of humanity, but for actively destroying an entire other species, instead of using his power in some other, less violent manner. And that he also used it just as violently to put himself in power over other human organizations -- really, it's fair that people fear him. Did he do the right thing at all?
He stares into space for a moment as he thinks about it, then shuts himself down the same way he always does. Of course he did the right thing. He fixed it. He had to end things before the world could begin to recover. He did what he had to. It was reasonable--
He sighs, sips the coffee, and shrugs.]
And I'll sleep more when there's less work to do. You know that.
[He strains at the pin, struggling just enough not to feel pathetic. Felid may note he's already scratched and bitten up, by normal human teeth and nails -- he's not the first one here tonight.]
[ he's breathing hard and fast now, low pants to try to relax around the sudden intrusion but it's hard, when it's large -- larger than anything he's ever had in him before. he shifts, head tipping down again as he tries to ease the process. ]
[ it feels good to do what felid's saying--but that's so wrong. all of this is wrong. he's chewing on the inside of his cheek, biting down more than hard enough to bleed as he moves to push the vibrator in further, slowly.
It's different, depending on my mood. Him pressing me against the bed, or me on top of him... We're smiling as we touch each other. You're probably dead somewhere.
[So this museum had a particular artifact Felid had had his eye on for a long time. One of power, supposedly, and also, well, just great value. And then of course the challenge was a factor. One of the most guarded, valuable jeweled daggers of some king or other, in a tightly secured room in a tightly secured building.]
[What a perfect little footnote to his already impressive resume.]
[He rather thought he'd planned his heist perfectly. The guards should all have been incapacitated so there was no one to stop him from waltzing in and taking what he wanted at his leisure. That's how it should have gone.]
[So, why then, was he holding the artifact in one hand and his hand up in the other while facing a truly gorgeous specimen in uniform? Such a blunder was unlike him but he suddenly had no interest at all in ancient moldy dead guys kitchenware.]
It's not that I don't appreciate you breaking up the monotony for me, but you're very much not supposed to be here?
[For all Felid's managed to get this far, the guard seems pretty calm about all this. He has a hand resting on the handle of his baton, but otherwise his body language is totally relaxed, or at least doing a very good impression of it.
His demeanor isn't necessarily friendly, for all it's not very aggressive. Mostly just... mildly interested?]
How about you put the knife back and we go from there?
Oh~? But I was just picking up something that belonged to me.
[God this guard is hot. Look at that chest straining under the shirt and jacket. Now that is art. Felid twirls the priceless artifact in his hand casually, and it very well could drop if her weren't so very dexterous.]
I have a much better idea. I take this and you go for a drink with me.
[It's pretty unfortunate. There's a transfer in the middle of the second semester, and the young man is having significant trouble fitting in. It's not that his classmates dislike him. Rather the issue seems to be that he doesn't like being so well-liked. Something about him seems to excite boys and girls alike. Maybe he's just broody and reclusive enough to be cool and fascinating, or maybe something about him seems to put them at ease. It seems to vary.
Regardless, he's a very good student, and there really isn't any special reason for the Lit teacher to take notice of him. Other than managing to keep up after such an untimely transfer, he's not outstanding, but lately he seems to have been zoning out in class, eyes glassily fixed on the instructor. Maybe it's worth pulling him aside?]
[Felid is more than used to students giving him puppy eyes. Usually it's the girls but the boys aren't unknown. After all, he's by far the hottest teacher in school, and in looks at least the youngest. He's friendly, cheerful, playful, and always takes some amount of interest in the students welfare. He's the ~perfect~ instructor. His hobbies... Well, he moves around enough no one notices, and the occasional fling with a student? Or fellow faculty member when he finds a cute one, those things are never discovered. He likes his games.]
[The transfer student though, is quite handsome. Rather surprisingly reclusive for an obviously popular one among the crowd. Not the sort Felid usually sees giving teachers the glazed stare. It'd be intriguing for that alone, and the body attached isn't bad at all. So when he ends his lecture on the last period on a Friday, he closes the book and smiles, in a way that makes half the class sigh, taking off his glasses (they're for show only) and tapping the assignments on the board.]
Don't forget your homework over the weekend. You're dismissed. Ah, but Eusford-kun I'd like you to stay.
[It's unexpected, and he sits up as if shocked. There's some gentle ribbing from his classmates, which he brushes off with a shrug. Just reactive enough to be left well enough alone.
So he packs up, and waits for every other student to leave before rising from his seat and moving to the front of the classroom.]
Did you need something, Sensei?
[He's just flushed enough for a vampire like Felid to notice, caught between fancy and the thought he's in trouble, racking his brains for what he might have done wrong.]
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[Coming inside Glen while he turned was probably the single most erotic thing of Felid's life, and the only downside was that it would be really impossible to top that look of hate and despair and helplessness in the man's eyes at the time.]
[Felid just would have to never forget it.]
[After that Glen wasn't so hard to drag back to their home from court. How could he face his friends when he loved the vampire he hated? When Glen WAS a vampire? So Felid brought him home as another random servant he'd taken a liking to, a powerful vampire ally but no one questioned Felid's eccentricities and if Glen resembled a prominent human enemy, no one challenged Felid on it.]
[Felid, for his part, was happy. He had more toys to collect and power to gain and this isn't how he'd hoped things would play out, but it was more than entertaining enough. Which is why he was visiting Glen's room in his own manor that night, shedding his cape on Glen's couch and making himself at home with the tepid bottled blood that was all they were allowed in the cities.]
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He can't have anything back. All of his hopes and dreams are gone. He's been twisted into a sick parody of himself and all his "family" and "friends" can't reach him anymore.
But it's very hard to commit suicide as a vampire, and Felid won't let him besides. So after a couple of weeks he's given up and has simply become listless, hiding away in the disgustingly decadent room he's been provided and chasing his thoughts around a mind that seems absurdly empty with only him in it. He's pretty sure he's lost his grip on any sanity that was left before he hid in himself that time. But it doesn't really matter when he's alone with himself and Felid, and he still adamantly refuses to have anything to do with the rest of the city or any possible attempts to get him to be part of society (and especially part of the anti-human efforts).
It's fine. If he can't disappear, he'll sit here and rot.]
What do you want now?
[When Felid comes in, he is, as usual, curled up on the day bed at the window, playing at reading but really just staring out into nothing. He'll miss hours like that, lost in his own head rather than interacting with his current reality.]
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I want to be with you of course.
[He smiles, gentle and friendly. As if it were perfectly natural to seek Glen's company for the sheer pleasure of it. And it is a pleasure, to be with Glen like this.]
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Whenever you last brought me something, obviously. I don't keep track.
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[And Glen's response was that Felid's purpose had been to aid him all along. Believing Glen entirely, Felid gave him the power of Queen without question.]
[And there's where Felid should have ceased to exist.]
[But Glen always had a soft heart. Instead of destroying his enemy once and for all, Felid's memories were removed permanently, and the two returned to a world where Glen had the power to change fate. And change it he did. The war was ended swiftly when the vampires and monsters were eliminated, and the Hiiragi removed from power. But who did that leave to rebuild the world?]
[Only Glen could be trusted to see the world rebuilt in the proper way, so Glen was left to carry the leadership of Japan. And at his side, Felid remained, clueless and innocent and cheerfully unaware of any of their history, or that of their world. Never leaving his side. So here he is in the morning, sitting on the edge of Glen's bed with a hot cup of coffee and a genuine smile that may still, after almost two years, seem out of place and false on his face.]
Good morning~
[ In the time he's had, he's observed Glen. And though he may, essentially, be two in terms of memories and emotional growth, he's also a grown man and intelligent and educated. Most of that he hasn't forgotten, his brain is intact but missing centuries. So all he has is wits and emotions that aren't numbed by ancient boredom. And in that time, like everyone who knows Glen, he's fallen rather in love with him, even if he suspects his friend to be a bit mad.]
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Ah, yes. He started out mostly alright, and of course he genuinely wanted (and wants) to make things right, but exercising the power of essentially, a god, is a little difficult to deal with, emotionally. Yes, the war needed to be won as quickly and efficiently as possible. Yes, the world needs someone strong and firm to organize as it puts itself back together. But one man disappearing for a short while and coming back with the power to instantly decimate his enemies is a terrifying thing, and it's hard for people to truly trust and welcome a leader like that. It's hard to rule by anything but fear when one has gone beyond the realms of power natural to the world one lives in.
But he's tried. And maybe it's worn on him, and maybe it's gotten out of hand here and there, and maybe he's frayed at the edges. But he always knew he was looking for a drastic answer when he went to Court, so he can't complain. He just trusts his friends to keep him feeling grounded.
And, somehow, Felid Bathory of all people is numbered one of them. He just... couldn't kill him, in the end. He should have. He had all right to. But the very act of giving up the power of Queen made it impossible. That this Felid, without his memories, was a person who trusted Glen enough to do that -- that he was unselfish enough to be willing to give it up at all -- put a weight in Glen's gut that left him unable to carry out that "wedding vow", when he could just as easily ensure that the old Felid didn't come back instead. And wasn't that a victory in itself? He could just tell himself that he'd killed the Felid that hurt him. He humiliated him, in a way, by replacing him with someone different, who'd do what Glen said, who'd give up power and couldn't (wouldn't) hurt anyone anymore. That was good enough.
But it's still unsettling. It doesn't feel right, even two years later, but it feels better than the idea of murdering someone who doesn't know what they're being punished for, and who trusts him completely. So he only feels the slightest bit dissonant as he sits up this morning, like every morning, rubbing his eyes and reaching for the coffee with a sleepy grumble.]
How are you so cheerful in the morning? Shouldn't you be in a coffin somewhere?
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[He's perfectly capable of being charming and flirting without shame. He never had shame before, and he never learned it after losing his memories. He's been curious, for all that time, what he doesn't recall. But Glen never seemed to think he needed to remember it, and for his trust in Glen, he decided he wouldn't ask too much. After all, Glen has a lot on his shoulders especially these days. Remaking the world is a lot to do, and even Felid can tell the difference of the pressure that weighs on him now versus a year ago.]
[That Glen finds him unsettling he also suspects, though why, he assumes is leftover prejudice against vampires. Though he hasn't observed the same hair's hesitation in Glen's interactions with Mikaela, Mikaela is young and who would find a child unsettling? Certainly no one with Glen's strength.]
[He hands the coffee over. Just the way Glen likes it, as always.]
A coffin wouldn't be nearly as cheering as seeing your grumpy return to wakefulness. How late were you up? You should take it easy on yourself.
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[Honestly, sometimes he just wants to shout at Felid. To demand to know why he has to be so nice, so openly affectionate, when for such a large chunk of Glen's life he was a source of nothing but pain and hopelessness and degradation. It's not fair. But it's also something Glen did. He's the one that started it. He made this new Felid and he can't take it back. He should be grateful, honestly, for the confirmation that there's some seed of something of worth inside even the worst people.
But, truthfully, that's a bittersweet lesson. He'd rather have had the opposite proved, so he could hate fully and without hesitation. Instead this leaves him constantly questioning his actions, the destruction of the vampire species that he knows was, in reality, a brutal and spite-fueled genocide.
He hates it. It's hard to sleep at night, knowing that he, personally, is responsible not only for failing to prevent the decimation of humanity, but for actively destroying an entire other species, instead of using his power in some other, less violent manner. And that he also used it just as violently to put himself in power over other human organizations -- really, it's fair that people fear him. Did he do the right thing at all?
He stares into space for a moment as he thinks about it, then shuts himself down the same way he always does. Of course he did the right thing. He fixed it. He had to end things before the world could begin to recover. He did what he had to. It was reasonable--
He sighs, sips the coffee, and shrugs.]
And I'll sleep more when there's less work to do. You know that.
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I could turn you, you know. This would be much less painful for you then.
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[He strains at the pin, struggling just enough not to feel pathetic. Felid may note he's already scratched and bitten up, by normal human teeth and nails -- he's not the first one here tonight.]
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My, I didn't know you had other lovers.
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As far as you can reasonably fit it, Yuu. And then flip that little switch to turn it on.
[He's enjoying this, a lot. Of course he is. Seeing Kureto act like a dog and Yuu do this all without being able to fight it, it's great.]
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[He pets Kureto's ears encouragingly, smiling as if this weren't a terrible scenario--for him, it's not. It's entertaining.]
BEAT ME UP ABOUT TAGS EARLIER NERDS
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But that's effort vic
YOU GUYS
ehuehue.
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[What a perfect little footnote to his already impressive resume.]
[He rather thought he'd planned his heist perfectly. The guards should all have been incapacitated so there was no one to stop him from waltzing in and taking what he wanted at his leisure. That's how it should have gone.]
[So, why then, was he holding the artifact in one hand and his hand up in the other while facing a truly gorgeous specimen in uniform? Such a blunder was unlike him but he suddenly had no interest at all in ancient moldy dead guys kitchenware.]
[He had an entirely different target to steal.]
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It's not that I don't appreciate you breaking up the monotony for me, but you're very much not supposed to be here?
[For all Felid's managed to get this far, the guard seems pretty calm about all this. He has a hand resting on the handle of his baton, but otherwise his body language is totally relaxed, or at least doing a very good impression of it.
His demeanor isn't necessarily friendly, for all it's not very aggressive. Mostly just... mildly interested?]
How about you put the knife back and we go from there?
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[God this guard is hot. Look at that chest straining under the shirt and jacket. Now that is art. Felid twirls the priceless artifact in his hand casually, and it very well could drop if her weren't so very dexterous.]
I have a much better idea. I take this and you go for a drink with me.
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[It's pretty unfortunate. There's a transfer in the middle of the second semester, and the young man is having significant trouble fitting in. It's not that his classmates dislike him. Rather the issue seems to be that he doesn't like being so well-liked. Something about him seems to excite boys and girls alike. Maybe he's just broody and reclusive enough to be cool and fascinating, or maybe something about him seems to put them at ease. It seems to vary.
Regardless, he's a very good student, and there really isn't any special reason for the Lit teacher to take notice of him. Other than managing to keep up after such an untimely transfer, he's not outstanding, but lately he seems to have been zoning out in class, eyes glassily fixed on the instructor. Maybe it's worth pulling him aside?]
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[The transfer student though, is quite handsome. Rather surprisingly reclusive for an obviously popular one among the crowd. Not the sort Felid usually sees giving teachers the glazed stare. It'd be intriguing for that alone, and the body attached isn't bad at all. So when he ends his lecture on the last period on a Friday, he closes the book and smiles, in a way that makes half the class sigh, taking off his glasses (they're for show only) and tapping the assignments on the board.]
Don't forget your homework over the weekend. You're dismissed. Ah, but Eusford-kun I'd like you to stay.
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[It's unexpected, and he sits up as if shocked. There's some gentle ribbing from his classmates, which he brushes off with a shrug. Just reactive enough to be left well enough alone.
So he packs up, and waits for every other student to leave before rising from his seat and moving to the front of the classroom.]
Did you need something, Sensei?
[He's just flushed enough for a vampire like Felid to notice, caught between fancy and the thought he's in trouble, racking his brains for what he might have done wrong.]
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