[center][h3]Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ[/h3][/center]
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The Nocturne continued nodding off at the vacant table cast off to the side of the group, drowsing in the slight solitude he had found. He wasn't aware of Zensei as he advanced towards him through the small gathering of students. The words his shrill voice formed were inaudible to the sleepy Kuroda, who's hearing had been vitiated following the loss of energy. Sleep had already put the cat in a defenseless state, so he was oblivious to all that was occurring around him- the nonexistent collision the tiny pixie had made with his calf had no effect on Daichi at all. He simply nestled his head further into the nook of his elbow, slipping into a deeper sleep. Just when he was about to zone out completely, a sound most irritating echoed from beneath the cat, provoking his ears to jolt beneath his hat.

[color=a2d39c]"Are you okay my sweet pussy?!"[/color] Zensei squeaked unpleasantly; Daichi's eyes opened slowly, a look of indignation festering in the crisp yellow irises. Without uttering a word, the Nocturne reached down to his shin and clasped his thumb and index finger around the back of Zensei's collar. He pinched the miniature tuxedo and yanked the creature from his leg, holding Zensei limply in front of his face. [color=ed1c24]"Don't call me that. [i]Ever."[/i][/color] He snarled, bearing his teeth as his ill-tempered mannerisms surfacing. [color=ed1c24]"I'm not in the mood."[/color] The usual goofy expression Daichi wore had been replaced with one set with as much intimidation as he could manage at the moment.