[color=ed145b][b]NICO LEHMANN[/b][/color]

When the cat-like girl grabbed the thread, Nico almost gave up hope. What was wrong with people here? [i][color=ed145b](Rich, coming from you.)[/color][/i] How did this situation even get this far? And did that girl really turn into a panther and back?

With the weight of two people suddenly off of him as Asswipe rolled off immediately after the girl jumped off, Nico sucked in a breath he had been trying to catch since the girl had barreled into them. In panther form. 

A magic school--fine. But the hammering heart in his chest was not having any of that rationality, especially when Nico's version of Prozac was being toyed around with by someone other than him.

His eyes followed the small patch of vermilion as much as he could, though without his glasses he wasn't quite sure what he was trying to discern. And then the blob of tan skin moved closer and he could finally make out the clear details of her face. If his mind wasn't in such a state at the moment, Nico would have blushed at a girl coming that close to him wearing that little. He wouldn't call himself conservative, but he was suddenly glad his glasses were off. 

The most surprising thing was the vermilion thread she proffered, her sympathy clear on her face as she gently spoke in a language Nico couldn't understand. He squinted a bit to get a clearer view of her features, but ended up just blinking back the tears that had almost come out. Pushing himself up as much as he could manage at the moment, he tentatively took the thread from the girl's open hand, reaching out carefully as if he was afraid she might renege on her offer.

When the bundle of thread was safely back in his hand, Nico cracked a small smile at her through the dirt and slowly-forming bruise on his temple.

[color=f6989d]"Thank you,"[/color] he said quietly, almost too quiet for anyone to hear.

And the tightly wrapped length of thread back in his hands seemed to set the world right, silencing the deafening keening of sound in his mind that sometimes threatened to overwhelm Nico. He took several deep breaths as the sigil on his hand dimmed further and finally disappeared. His eyes flicked to Asswipe's right hand, which was now also free of that mark.

That was when Asswipe spoke up, referring to him as 'Glasses' and threatening more bodily injury if Nico used his powers on the douchebag again.

But with the thread back in his hand, Nico hardly cared. He nodded reflexively without really paying attention to the contents of the threat and instead turned back to the girl.

[color=f6989d]"Thank you,"[/color] he said again, his voice a bit louder now. Fumbling around some more, he finally felt the cold frame of his glasses almost a meter away and quickly shoved them back onto his face. The left lens now sported a thin crack running diagonally across the surface, but there wasn't much he could do about that. 

With a clear view of the girl now, and a clear view of everything else about the girl now, Nico turned red and then turned away, trying not to think...thoughts.

[i][color=ed145b]Wow, she's really cute all over.[/color][/i]

[i][color=ed145b]Dammit.[/color][/i]

Looking around for anything to distract him, Nico remembered Asswipe was still nearby and with a scramble he picked up his bag and backpedaled away, keeping his eyes on the worst human being to ever exist. He didn't want to be surprised by that meteoric asshole again.