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How utterly strange.....it is not uncommon for me to return to school to do some extra work and steal a few lab mice from the science department...they have more than enough anyways....but it is rather unusual for me to find a student sleeping in the broom closet.
It is that Riku boy again...I've seen him walking down the hallways in-between periods but imagine the surprise I felt when I found him. I had been turning the corner when I chanced to see him duck into the small room and curiousity got the better of me. I peaked inside (for he had left the door slightly ajar) to see his lean form curled up in the closet for warmth. He did not see me as he was drifting already into slumber but I saw him perfectly in the darkness...a gift that my curse has blessed me with. His face is softer here...unguarded and open. He is a beautiful lad; his body a work of art and his neck....it is very lovely.
He kicks over a bucket and I flee silently as I hear footsteps. Mustang.
Riku is confronted and I hear the rising fear in his voice as he attempts to avoid the question of where he lived. I know the boy must be poor...but to stumble so much when giving an address or contact information...? This boy must be from elsewhere...without a home, a family....no idenitity or contacts....
I have grown tired of the blood of mere mice and cats...perhaps I can use this information to my advantage.
It is that Riku boy again...I've seen him walking down the hallways in-between periods but imagine the surprise I felt when I found him. I had been turning the corner when I chanced to see him duck into the small room and curiousity got the better of me. I peaked inside (for he had left the door slightly ajar) to see his lean form curled up in the closet for warmth. He did not see me as he was drifting already into slumber but I saw him perfectly in the darkness...a gift that my curse has blessed me with. His face is softer here...unguarded and open. He is a beautiful lad; his body a work of art and his neck....it is very lovely.
He kicks over a bucket and I flee silently as I hear footsteps. Mustang.
Riku is confronted and I hear the rising fear in his voice as he attempts to avoid the question of where he lived. I know the boy must be poor...but to stumble so much when giving an address or contact information...? This boy must be from elsewhere...without a home, a family....no idenitity or contacts....
I have grown tired of the blood of mere mice and cats...perhaps I can use this information to my advantage.