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Alistair raised an eyebrow at the conversation that happened before him. He took off his glasses, his index and forefinger rubbing at the bridge of his nose “[colour=firebrick]ahh...you both thought I meant Synth when I said asshole….[/colour]” he smiled, the same cocksure crooked smile he was oh so known for.

“[colour=firebrick] I mean Synth here, which I know isn’t your real name, is an asshole that got possessed in the way backs at the age oooooffff...10?[/colour]” Alistair scratched at his head and smirked at Synth “[colour=firebrick] But no...I meant the Director...fucking asshole…[/colour]”

Alistair’s eyes flicked down, like a shadow had been cast across his face and he suddenly felt as though he were shrouded in darkness and the cloying sense of loneliness. But he shook his head and immediately the smile was back “[colour=firebrick]so...what are you two here to teach? I assume How to be possessed[/colour]” he pointed at Synth with a grin before he moved to Juliann. He stopped for a second and looked her over. An eyebrow raised, his eyes for the first time in his life were drawn to other things that should not be publicly looked at. The emeralds in his eyes snapped back to Juliann’s own mismatched pair.

“[colour=firebrick] How to be stunning and strong?[/colour]” he winked at her and stood up, stretching out and grinning at the teachers “[colour=firebrick] Buuuuut thats neither here nor there I think…[/colour]” the black haired man yawned and grabbed another coffee before slumping down in the same spot, looking at the others expectantly for more conversation.