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[u][b]Academy of the Arts: Dalia’s Group[/b][/u]

“Tobias!” Dalia exclaimed, suddenly awkward. “Of course you’d be here.”

“Where else would I be? And where did you find such a collection of fascinating people?’”

Estelle could only blink in disbelief and confusion as a handsome indigo haired man appeared from out of nowhere, and took her hand to his lips in order to plant a soft, delicate kiss. His eyes glanced up from her hand, to look into hers, as he placed delicate emphasis upon his next words. 

“Such...enchanting...people?”

Estelle continued to blink, as she took back her hand, not entirely sure how to process this new arrival whom Dalia had named as Tobias. She certainly didn’t know how to process what happened next, as Dylan appeared from out of nowhere again with Simon and, with a powerful lunge, belted Tobias square in the jaw, sending the man reeling to and collapsing towards the floor. She didn’t know how to process it, but her body reacted immediately on its own. Darting forwards, gripping Dylan’s body, and pulling him back, to prevent him in the possibility of continuing his attack. 

“Dylan!” Estelle yelled out, her face angry and flush with concern. Not so much for the stranger, although she couldn’t understand why a man as gracious and polite as he would deserve such an attack, but moreso for her friend Dylan, whose actions to her were grossly out of character. “What’s wrong with you?!”

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[u][b]Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Corridor[/b][/u]

“Excuse me?” Rose sharply turned her head, to glare at Keeva as she and her tour group appeared standing in the doorway to the prop room. She then turned again, to her brother’s sarcastic, nonchalant addition to Keeva’s rude demand, and the way in which in which he folded his arms behind his head and lazily rolled his eyes. “Excuse me?” Her brow furrowed, and she leapt off of her horse, Sebastian. 

“Who do you think you are, and who do you think I am?” Rose’s voice was raised as her feet clacked atop the floor. Everyone else whom were within the corridor lowered their heads, to look to the ground, and carried on their conversations at a duller, quietened tone, if not outright silent. “This is not how you address the President of the Academy’s Student Council, Keeva! Remember your place, and mind your tone! I am on Student Council business here, you could wait but a minute!” She suddenly turned, to stare at her brother, her eyes narrowing. “You!” She briskly crossed the pace between her and Angel and Marcus, stopping in front of him, before her hand then deftly swung out and swatted her brother across the cheek. 

With a low gurgling moan and hand raised to his reddening cheek, Rose continued her assault, to grab, pinch, and twist him back up by the ear. 

“Again, Angél! Gambling on school premises yet again! How many times must you have to be told?! How many times before you learn! Do you take delight in dishonouring our family’s name, or is it simply pure stupidity?!” Rose bared her teeth as she dragged the man up to look her in her dazzling blue eyes. To accentuate Rose’s anger, her noble steed Sebastian grumbled and snorted with a huff again, shaking his head from side to side. 

He then felt a slap on his butt. 

Sebastian fell still for but a fraction of a second, before suddenly turning on the spot. Still blocking the entranceway to the prop room, Sebastian now faced Keeva and the Pride, his head looming over them, with his teeth bared between his fine, exquisite moustache. His eyes almost seemed to shine as he looked down, Lute already beginning to visibly panic and fall short of almost messing himself.

Trixie still looked up in wonder, oblivious of any possible danger.

And then Sebastian bent his head down low and slobbered his tongue all over the prankster’s face. He didn’t know why, but he liked her.