I didn’t see you, Peasant. ♥
“You’ve got a lot of nerve, Peasant. Bumping into someone of Royalty like that.”
Pale, long digits drummed against the wooden surface repeatedly, creating a high tempo music, almost. His breath was mere huffs, near-soundless as his patience only grew thinner and thinner by the second. “Tch..” he snorted to himself, head shifting a little in his palm to glance towards the sphericle clock on the far war.
Bel nearly blanched at the sight, chin lifting from hi limb as his lips pulled down into an agitated glower. How was it that he has only sat in class for fifteen minutes? He was late by thirty today, so he thought that time would fly. So, why did it see, so sluggish!
His body jerked and convulsed as he violently leaned back in his chair, causing the chair to slam into the desk behind him loudly. He ignored as some glances - The teacher included - Was thrown his way. The toe of his foot picked up the temp his fingers ceased, the violent urge to throw things around bubbling to the surface. He couldn’t sit still any longer, he needed to mo —
Thirty minutes of fidgetting and swearing under his breath passed, and the moment the bell had rung, his was up on his feet with a jolt. He repressed the desire to kick over his chair as he snagged his bag, wrestling with the fabric for a good five seconds as the strap snagged on the metal prongs which once held it. In his frustration, he near ripped his bag.
Delayed by three minutes, the Prince stormed out the room, anxious to relieve his stress in some way or form. He didn’t expect it to happen in that instant, but he near gave out a sigh in relief when he did.
In his blind rage, he turned the corner in a half-run and toppled over a certain red-haired male — How many red heads were there, anyway? So far, he had counted three, including this one. His unseen optics dropped towards the male and a snicker passed through grinning lips as he leaned forward, towering over the collapsed form with his hands stuffed into his pockets.
“Ushishishishi ~ Where I come from, bumbping into Royalty like that was known as a sign of disrespect: It shows that you don’t care enough to see if the person you’re bumping into is someone of importance or not ~” he snickered as he took a step forward. “Wanna know how we punish them..?”
There was a long pause as he looked the other up and down, and another snicker filled the room.
“We behead them.”
The hallways were virtually empty as Enma rushed to his classroom, bag hastily slung over a shoulder and banging onto his back whenever he turned corners.
Sighting his classroom ahead, Enma sighed in relief as he slowed down and adjusted his grip on the straps, panting a little from the exertion as he approached Room 41 at a swift walk. Suddenly, a flash of blue appeared in his peripheral vision and he blinked, realizing that it was the person who he’d met going to the showers on the first day of school; Mukuro. He could already see a smile beginning to form on the upperclassman’s face as he neared Enma, causing a shiver to run down his spine.
Rather than being harrassed and sexually exploited by the senior’s eyes again, Enma almost skidded as he turned on his foot and ducked down a side corridor; choosing to take the long way to his classroom instead of facing those creepy eyes and eerie laugh.
Well, that was his plan until he walked right into someone; knocking himself back so that he slipped and fell onto his bum, head nearly hitting the floor as his hands shot out to brace himself.
A bolt of pain shot up his spine and he winced; knowing that his behind was going to give him grief the next time he sat down. Opening his mouth to apologize, he was suddenly cut off as the person he crashed into leant forward and loomed over him, snickering to himself in amusement.
Enma stayed on the floor as the blond-haired student addressed him, first seeing his expensive looking clothes, then the maize-coloured bangs that flopped over his eyes, obscuring them from Enma’s view.
A little part of his speech registered in Enma’s mind as he stared blankly at the grinning teen; who was currently looking the redhead up and down, smile growing bigger with every second.
Royalty? He couldn’t be- a prince? Or a king? Is that possible? He does have a tiara on his head….
Eyes snapping back up at the ‘prince’, his body tensed in surprise. He couldn’t mean that, right? After all, the fact that he was royalty didn’t mean he could disregard the laws of the country and kill him for such a little thing….
…Yeah. Probably not.
Deciding that walking away as quickly as he could manage was the best option at this point; Enma grabbed his bag and carefully stood up, using the wall for support as his back and bum protested at the movement.
“Sorry for bumping into you…” He mumbled, looking down at the floor numbly and hoping that the ‘prince’ wouldn’t lash out and hit him or anything.