Lyra dreamed of water. They were snakes, clear as a river in the mountain. First they were tiny, like ribbons twining around her legs, then they got bigger and fatter and they become a swirling lake that covered the floor. They rose, twising around her, submerging her little by little. She knew she had to get away but found that she'd forgotten how to move. The water rose to her nose and she realised she couldn't breath. It rose to her eyes and as she closed them, she realised she couldn't see. But her ears were open, and the water was singing.

When Lyra opened her eyes again, she was dry. Mostly. She coughed, and found it was easier to breathe than expected. Her dreams were already running away from her, which, surprisingly herself, she was disappointed with. The song that the water was singing was lovely, even in a near-death sort of way, and there wouldn't be any chance of hearing it again. Humming what little traces of it she could retain, she pulled herself up to a sitting position on the bed.

She was in a hospital.. no, an infirmary. What happened last night? Water. Snakes. Popsicle. ShiZhen! No, she's probably okay. The bed next to her was worn. She might have woken up earlier and left. Lyra's eyes were drawn to the paper on the table. A notice. Classes will start at midday. What classes? It took her mind a while to bridge her memories together.

Oh, right. The elemental academy. Elementals. Flying women. Exploding fountain. River is a giant snake. That two teachers on the tree... Interesting.

After she finally sorted everything in her mind (she wouldn't count on it lasting, though), she talked to the nurse and left the clinic, still humming the song her sleeping mind had made up. It would still be a while before the first class at midday, so what should she do? Go back to her room and unpack? Pick up her horn? Her violin? Take a walk around- oh hey! Isn't that the light-painter boy, down the corridor?

Lyra thought of saying hello, but then she had to stop when a headache was crawling up to her head. Last night was still taking its toll.

@Regitnui

Zeke was following a sunbeam. He'd woken up with his roommate still asleep and the picture he had drawn faded away. When he'd got the notice about classes only starting in the afternoon, he'd grabbed his camera and decided to go find something pretty. Then he'd remembered he had to change out of his pajamas first. So he was now wandering down the corridors of the main building.

A funny song attracted his attention, and he looked down the corridor to the nurse's office. A girl was standing there, with her eyes shut and framed by the light from the office. Zeke picked his camera up and took a photo of the light in the passage. Then he walked down the corridor, his eye glued to the viewfinder, looking for a different angle. The light was interesting inside, after all. Perhaps he'd go wander around the grounds later.

@Pseudo Stygian

Kanako, you smell nice.

Kanako's heart skipped a beat once she heard those words.

She had to pause and rethink whether or not she had heard him right. But she perfectly knew what she heard was true, and now she could feel her face reddening as well. Jideh being this close to her certainly didn't help.

"I think the fountain's up ahead. See where the trees thin out?" the boy suddenly said. She glanced at him and saw how he was blushing as well. Perhaps he had realized how embarrassing what he had just said.

"Y-yeah, l-let's go!" Kanako quickly replied, wanting to change the subject just as badly as him.

In the end however, they arrived too late, as the Headmaster had ended the night run before they could get there, signalled by the fog clearing up and the seniors coming out from the trees to show themselves to their juniors.

Kanako didn't meet with the seniors that she had fought before however. Instead, she went straight back to her room, wanting to rest and forget that she had spent hours of her time on something so useless. She could feel her entire body aching. And once she got there, once again, she threw her entire body to her bed, only taking off her shoes. She slept soundly wearing her full uniform.

---

The next day, she woke up almost at noon.

The first thing she noticed was the notice under her door. So the classes would start after lunch. Perfect. She had an hour to clean up before heading to lunch.

At lunch, she was fully refreshed. After taking a nice and long bath, she felt like she could do anything. She felt really energized and she ate a lot on lunch, more than her usual portion.

After that, she immediately went to the appointed wind elementalist training grounds. Just like yesterday, she had to climb so many stairs to get to the rooftops.

Halfway there however, she realized that her outfit wasn't exactly the optimal one for her training. She wore a similar school uniform skirt from yesterday, and it was as short, if not a little bit shorter.

She just hoped that no perverts would try to peek at her underwear when she was manipulating her winds, because she was still not good enough to keep her skirt from rising up.

@Kalleth

When Lyra opened her eyes, and blinked at the light, she knew for sure that she was dry and standing in a corridor. For a second there, she felt like she was still in the water, being tossed around by the waves. It was odd how the sensation wouldn't left her even now.

There was a clicking sound, and after Lyra had found her footing again, she looked up and saw the boy with the camera. He seemed oddly fascinated by the corridor and the door behind her. Wait, was he taking a picture of her? What, without even saying hello? Is that rude? Lyra wasn't sure if it was rude. She'd done things like that and sometimes people say it's rude. Either way he didn't even seem to notice her and just went on his way down the corridor.

"Hey!" Lyra called. She made her way down to him. "Hi! You're the light-painter! You're ... Sorry, what's your name again?"

She glanced at the camera in his hand. A light-painter who also captures light! Interesting!

@Regitnui

@Hammerman

Catherine woke up to the sound of her alarm thrashing through the inside of her skull. A flick of her wrist sent a forceful gust that pushed the clock off the nightstand to fall on the floor, quieting it. Disheveled and groggy, she sat up on the edge of her bed, her foot pushing into the glass on the floor, clinking against the bottle. Is this what her teaching career was going to be like? Pretending everything was fine in the morning, and drinking herself to sleep at night? She ran her fingers through her messy hair, and then pinched the bridge of her nose in a futile attempt to stop the throbbing pain. She had thought that Jordan's presence would give her just the right amount of the familiar to make her feel at home and at peace, not dredge up past regrets memories of a failed relationship. She couldn't let herself be a wreck every time she ran into him. She hoped that going forward, they'd both just put on their professional face, and treat each other with the right amount of cordiality and distance. She'd give the previous night's incident a pass, after all, it wasn't like he had meant for her to see the name on the gun, and it was the night run, so he was bound to get a little wild. She smirked to herself a little, remembering just how wild he could get.

---

There was nothing like flying at top speed at high altitudes through the crisp morning air right after a steaming hot shower to clear away a nasty hangover. Though she was dressed in her usual professional white blouse and pencil skirt, she had let her hair flow free; she needed to let her hair dry, though the real reason was she just needed the feeling of being free and unshackled, unbound. Heading to the roof of the building to check if any intrepid wind students were seeking tutelage, she saw Kanako standing there, and gracefully floated down to her. "An eagerness to learn is an admirable trait, and I'm not just saying that because I'm a teacher," Catherine started.

Felix Williams

Location: A room
@Old Amsterdam

The nights run had ended in a way that Felix assumed others would be jealous of from his point of view. Somehow in the course of a single day he had made an enemy of every student and likely every teacher at the school, sabotaged his living arrangement from the school itself, and seen a snow white angel with hands strong enough to reach the inferno of jumbled emotions that was his heart..
She cared for him. A part of his mind, a small piece of it, believed it to be pity or some other underlying emotion that made her do what she was doing.. yet after the episode with the kiss and her icy wrath blossoming in the nights run Felix had no reason not to believe that what she felt was the genuine start of a healthy relationship.

Could he call it that? Both his parents had been in love once and yet they had drifted after just a few short years.. That nagging doubt in his mind refused to believe in his own feelings as genuine just yet.

It was all so confusing.
Yet there they had been. Sitting below the swaying branches of the trees with Dias soft and supple frame on his-

Reality crashed back hard as Felix rose from his bed and swung at the demons of doubt and fear dancing before his sleep dazed eyes. Again his prominent and injured hand suffered for the reckless spirit inside him as it struck the hard stone wall with a hefty thud, eliciting a wince and a hiss as he sucked in his breathe before cradling the hand near his chest.
Again Felix felt the restless furnace inside him swell as it fed on his confusion and fears.

"Was it all a dream.."

The words were little more than a whisper. Everything had gone so well yesterday that he'd half expected to wake up in his old room.. Instead he was greeted by a far more appreciated sight.

"Dia."

Thats right! The night run, the rooftop, it was real. We wandered back slowly and then.. together.. in bed.. we.. we..

A bright red flushed his face at the implications. The two of them had slept together, but had that been all? Thankfully he was still dirty and fully clothed so the moment of panic quickly passed. Even the renewed pain from his hand was drowned out by an unfamiliar feeling of warmth spreading through his body at just the thought of what they shared.
Felix had fallen asleep with someone in his arms..

"I-I'm sorry. Did I oversleep? How are you feeling after last night."

---

Dia blinked lazily as she considered the question. "Well enough. Classes are cancelled until after lunch. So that means we're going to the infirmary once you get up fully. I'm not helping that hand enough, and I'll be damned if I let you keep making it worse," she murmured, a smile playing across her face. She stretched with a yawn, running fingers through her hair in an attempt to remove knots.

"Will... Will you wait for me? I need to go to my room to get clean clothes and shower and deal with my hair and - " she cut herself off, her smile changing to one of apology. "Well, you know what I mean. I hope. Don't leave, please."

Leaning over to kiss his forehead, Dia released a content sigh before grumbling nothings as she got up.

At the door she paused one final time.

"And Felix... Thanks for, uh, all the fun. For, um, being you. And for not... For not....fornottryinganything," she finished quickly turning red.

@Kalleth

The waters of the hot spring could see and hear everything that happened around them, given conciousness by the headmasters powerful melding. More than commubicating with the spirits and elementals of the water he absorbed them. To one of his kind it was like regaining something you lost such as a finger or a whole hand.
In the water he felt the underlying happiness of the water. Clean, free of contamination or corruption, unbound and untamed. Without the elements using the knowledge of its handler they could not communicate, speech and emotion being rather foreign concepts, but now they hummed a wordless song of thanks into Kanos very soul.

It was a delicate concept to balance human life and needs with the simplistic ways of the natural world. Humans needes to expand and grow but not at the cost of the world around them.
At the academy they had learned to give and take freely, secure in a greater good between the two sides.

The sensation of another strong spirit, this one attuned to the ground, stepped a single foot into the hotsprings. At once, the flowing awareness through the mass of water was collected into a singular portion of it across from Jorden.

The discarded robes floating in the pool were manipulated by the waters flowing up and into it until it had become something resembling human. The upper portions were that of a living person, albeit made of the clear blue waters of the springs. A black stain, like ink, seeped from the chest and out to every inch of the forned body. Finally the bright azure glow of his eyes signaled Kanos full materialization.

As expected he was rather blunt.

"Yes, Jorden. I did. Shower before getting in here next time or," from pleasantly warm to bearly subzero temperatures the water shifted under the headmasters will before returning to the more pleasant and natural temperature.

"As for I assume you refer to Felix. Push him too hard and the spirit in him coul still cause a teacher harm. Intentionally or not. I trust you will use discretion fitting for whatever trials are to come.."

Thoughts of the night runs 'casualties of war' crossed his mind. There had been few injuries beyond bumps and scrapes, all of which promptly dealt with, but it made sense to be more diligent. As always Kano simply failed to remember what it was lile to be flesh an blood. They broke easily. Healed slowly..

"Bring one of the infirmary aids with you if you intend to get serious. Oh and, before someone else shows up, like one of the children," emphasis on the children part, "I suggest getting into proper swimwear. Nobody wants to see that."

A call from the entrance confirmed his suspicions just few moments later.

"See?"

@Stern Algorithm

"Please wait one moment. I am with another student at the moment." Kano called to ShiZhen. As Manilow dealt withhis wardrobe malfunction Kano dealt with his own. Fully materializing a 'body' and stepping onto the dry stones beside the pools. The waters pushed from its depths a frozen orb, steaming in the exposed air, that cracked where Kanos fingers touched. The frozen shards fell harnlessly to the floor revealing the book he treasured above all.
Secured back onto his waist, and Manilow properly covered, he called to the student once more.

"You may enter now."

@Zelosse

Jordan's balls beat a swift retreat inside his pelvic cavity when the water turned icy.

"Fuck. Not fair Hargor." The water gradually returned to a habitable temperature and Jordan nodded grumpily, actually contemplating rolling around in filth on purpose next time.

"I'll push the boy as far as I see fit, and if that leads to bodily harm for anybody, I'll make sure it's me. The nurse and I are on quite good terms, and if I make a speedy recovery, she might even take a house call, you know what I mean Kano?" Jordan said, winking quite persistently in Kano's direction.

"Hey, I can name at least six people who most certainly want to see th-" Jordan heard the student's voice, causing his own voice to croak to a halt. He shook his head once more in Kano's general direction, and reached for his boxers. The boxers in question were lying on a fold-up chair two metres away. Luckily, or unluckily as one might conclude, Jordan had grains of sand in many unfortunate places. A light tug on several grains located in the boxers sent the shorts flying into his outstretched hand.

"Hope your happy, Headmaster. Don't the students have to take anatomy classes at some point?" As a point of pride, Jordan took control of every grain present in his boxers, which was more than one generally would like, and blasted all of them out onto the outside of the springs. Donning his boxers, Jordan lay back once more and breathed out, muscles creaking and sore from any number of things. Yesterday had been eventful. And Jordan still had a fencing match to prepare for...

@Old Amsterdam

Felix smiled warmly. He was playing it rather cool at the moment but inside it was chaos. His stomach was knotted, his brain was replaying what imagined had happened when they had fallen asleep, and worst of all his hand was back to throbbing.
Maybe it was just a hunch but something told Felix he should get used to that pain.

Giving a little chuckle at her flustered comment, he patted the air.

"Yeah. I'll be right here. Not sure if I can promise that nurse trip though. I kinda.. sorta..." unable to make eye contact now with guilt on his mind, he turned to look out the window. "Challenged that loser Manilow to a fight.. before coming to the rooftops.." and having found a piece of what happiness is in the process..

Leaving out that last bit seemes wise. Any more feelings between the two here and now could have consequences. Like Felix dieing from his own embarassment, or Dia blushing herself into a nosebleed.

Speaking of clothes, Felix's eyes went wide as he realized that unlike everyone else, Felix had nothing else to wear but the clothes he had arrived with and no funds to get anything else.

"I'll wait here till you get back and we can talk about the nurse. I promise. While you're gone I should probably consider a shower myself..."

The clean clothes problem would be dealt with later..

---

Dia raised an eyebrow at the mention of fighting a teacher, pursing her lips. "Then we'll stop by the infirmary after we're done with... that ... issue," she said stubbornly before leaving.

It took her a little bit to figure out where her room was again, and she quietly let herself in hoping she didn't disturb the nice girl who was her roommate. She turned a little red again at the thought, embarrassed that she couldn't remember the girl's name. Did she say it in their brief encounter? She shook her head, sneaking into the shower.

Thirty minutes later she was stepping out of her room, feeling rather refreshed if a little jittery. A quick bite to eat, and then she'd head back.

@Stern Algorithm
When Kanako arrived at the rooftops, she was immediately greeted by a strong gale of wind. Quickly, she pushed down her skirt, not wanting her panties to be revealed to the world. Unfortunately for her however, the wind refused to let up, so she had to keep her hands down there if she wanted to keep her modesty.

She walked around, still holding her skirt down. The wind, even though bothersome, was pleasant to her skin. If only she wasn't wearing this skirt, she would be able to enjoy this wind more.

"Oh, screw it, nobody is here anyways!"

In an act of bravery, she lifted her hands away from her skirt. And just as she thought, her skirt immediately fluttered wildly, revealing the underwear covered beneath. She didn't put her hands back down however. Instead, with a blush, she closed her eyes and raised her arms, taking in on the wind that blew at her.

Soon however, her meditations were interrupted when Catherine made her entrance. Quickly, she pushed her skirt back down before greeting the teacher.

"I-I assume you're the wind teacher?" she asked her, slightly flustered.

Silas shifted sleepily atop his bed, still exhausted from yesterday's events despite resting. He'd passed out almost immediately upon reaching the dorms, neglecting to so much as even get under the sheets in favour of just falling asleep on the made bed. He didn't even bother to get changed, which would be slightly disgusting to some, but he honestly didn't care at the time. Blocking the harsh sunlight with one hand, Silas idly looked about the room as he tried to fully wake himself. Where's all my stuff? The hell? Didn't I unpack the other day? A few moments passed before Silas remembered that after last night's run he'd agreed to move in with Vera. Riiiight I would've had to pack my stuff back up which means that it's all right... there... Silas thought to himself as his tired gaze fell upon a hastily packed duffel bag at the side of his bed. Idiot...

"Silas? You still here, love?"

Vera's voice from the other room pulled Silas away from his self-scorning, and brought him slightly closer to actually awakening. Reluctantly, the boy forced himself to sit up and then stand before shuffling to and opening the door. "Still here, and still very tired."

Silas turned back and begun ripping apart his bag to find his phone, so he could check the time. He was left speechless as the screen came to life and he saw just how long he'd been out. He'd missed the first morning of classes, hopefully the teacher wasn't the type to harp on attendance, because if they were... I'm so fucked Well, there was nothing he could do to save that unfortunately, seeing that he'd have to deal with the teacher's wrath tomorrow whether he liked it or not.

"You just wake up too or am I the only one who missed class?" Silas shouted as he searched through his bag.

@Raptra

Having found a place where the light bent around the doorframe, Zeke jumped when the girl spoke to him. He hadn't hardly seen her. He lifted up his camera and flipped through the last few photos. So she had been standing there. He just hadn't noticed. She also talked as if she knew him, or at least heard of him. He shifted uncomfortably, then met her eyes.

He frowned. That blue colour was familiar. There was someone with those eyes he'd met recently, wasn't it? He leaned forward, putting a dot of colour next to her... "Viola!" His face immediately lit up and he hugged her. "You don't have your violin. What happened?" He took a photo of her, so he'd remember. "Wanna come wandering with me? I couldn't find Yellow or Icy, so I'm wandering alone. But you need to bring your violin so you can make songs."

@Pseudo Stygian

The blue dot! He made a blue dot in the air again!

Whatever thought that train was going was stopped by the hug. "Ooh! Yes, Hi!" Lyra stammered. It was surprising, but it was also really pleasant in its thoughtlessness. Hugging your friends doesn't need much consideration, does it? She hugged him back. "My violin? I... well, it should be in my room, I think. I don't think I had it with me last night. I was trying to let it dry some more after the fountain exploded, and after I crashed into the water elemental..." She sneezed, feeling a bit of a cold creeping in. "I kept having bad luck with water yesterday. Good thing I didn't bring it to the night run. Anyway. If we're just wandering. We can pass by the dorm and I can run to my room and pick it up."

It took a while before Lyra noticed that the boy hadn't told her his name, but had given her one. Viola? "Okay. If I'm Viola you're-" He was handling a camera. But viola's the wrong instrument, so he's gotta be the wrong light-catcher-thing too. "Mirror. No. Quartz. Or Crystal. Silicon? The thing glasses are made of? Quartz sounds nice. Hmm." She hummed a bit to herself. "Might be the wrong direction to take. Ink? Picasso? Canvas?" It occurred to Lyra that she wasn't very good at this. And then she remembered that he'd also mentioned some other names. "Who's Yellow and Icy?"

@Regitnui

It had taken awhile, but she finally heard the creaking of her dorm mate's door as it swung open, already answering her question before Silas had started to speak.

"Still here, and still very tired."

She glanced up from the note, which she had just finished reading, and chuckled at the additional information he had decided to give her as the second part of his reply. He looked and sounded tired, too. How adorable...

"Is that so? Let's try to fix that then," she commented, heading over to the common room window and throwing the curtains open, letting sunlight flood into the space. "I don't know about you, but more Sun always makes me feel better."

Silas had disappeared back into his room, and Vera could hear what sounded like some rummaging, before he called out to her asking if she too, had missed classes. She looked back to the note in her hand. Right, he still doesn't know. Wondering if he was internally freaking out, like she first did before she read it, she peered into his room through the open door, waving the memo around.

"Classes? Oh, there's nothing to worry about, love. We didn't miss a thing," she assured him with a grin, before holding the piece of paper out to him. "Ooh, how about we grab a bite somewhere together before training? That ought to make you feel better."

@CriticalHit

Emi had woke up some time ago when the sun had risen, she got a nice long shower and was currently busy with taming the big ball of fluff you could call her hair. She was still pretty tired so she occasionally would drop her head a bit while brushing her hair. It was always difficult to go through the morning to make it on time for school. She would always be way to drowsy to do anything like a normal person.

The shutting of the front door caught her off guard for a moment so she wanted to look but ended up tripping over her hair dryer cord and fall face flat on the ground while her roommate stepped into the shower. She gave a quick pout before returning to fixing her hair. After hearing her roommate walk around the living room again after half an hour or so she jumped out of her own room too immediately angeling her upper body for a cute pose while saying a weird line.



She gave her roommate a nice long smile before standing upright again slowly making her way over to Dia with both hands on her back.

---

Dia turned bright red at the last mention, stuttering out several attempts at an explanation.

"Well, I went to relax on the roof with the Stars.... There was - I met - I got...." she puttered out, letting out a sigh. "S-sorry...I was up there a lot with Felix, then we got pulled into this run thing, and then I...."

She broke off again, turning an ever brighter red.

"ohgoditsoundssohorriblehowimsayingit," Dia muttered under her breath. Taking a deep breathe, she kinda stood there awkwardly for a moment.

"H-H-How about I m-make breakfast before I head out again?"

A call from the entrance confirmed his suspicions just few moments later.

"See?"

"Please wait one moment. I am with another student at the moment." Kano called to ShiZhen. As Manilow dealt with his wardrobe malfunction Kano dealt with his own. Fully materializing a 'body' and stepping onto the dry stones beside the pools. The waters pushed from its depths a frozen orb, steaming in the exposed air, that cracked where Kanos fingers touched. The frozen shards fell harmlessly to the floor revealing the book he treasured above all.
Secured back onto his waist, and Manilow properly covered, he called to the student once more.

"You may enter now."

@Kalleth

ShiZhen stepped into the bathing/training area timidly, noticing the Headmaster, and Mr. Manilow, the rather rowdy, yet slightly mysterious teacher who had given a strange speech at yesterday's ceremony. Since Mr. Hargor had mentioned being with 'another student', she could only assume that 'said student' had left through some other entrance. M-Mr. Hargor? L-last night...during the...run...my friend and I encountered a...water-related obstacle. As the water elemental among us, I should have dealt with the situation, but I was powerless, and my friend, who is a sweet, harmless, wind elemental who loves music, was the one trying to save me. We...we both woke up in the infirmary this morning. I...I want to get stronger...I need to get stronger. I don't want to be useless anymore!" Realizing that she had raised her voice somewhat, she shrank back in on herself. The high humidity of the springs collected on her body, and very soon, she was drenched, sopping wet from head-to-toe, simply because her powers had activated in her nervousness.

When Kanako arrived at the rooftops, she was immediately greeted by a strong gale of wind. Quickly, she pushed down her skirt, not wanting her panties to be revealed to the world. Unfortunately for her however, the wind refused to let up, so she had to keep her hands down there if she wanted to keep her modesty.

She walked around, still holding her skirt down. The wind, even though bothersome, was pleasant to her skin. If only she wasn't wearing this skirt, she would be able to enjoy this wind more.

"Oh, screw it, nobody is here anyways!"

In an act of bravery, she lifted her hands away from her skirt. And just as she thought, her skirt immediately fluttered wildly, revealing the underwear covered beneath. She didn't put her hands back down however. Instead, with a blush, she closed her eyes and raised her arms, taking in on the wind that blew at her.

Soon however, her meditations were interrupted when Catherine made her entrance. Quickly, she pushed her skirt back down before greeting the teacher.

"I-I assume you're the wind teacher?" she asked her, slightly flustered.

Is that any way to greet a teacher? Catherine thought to herself, and smirked, liking Kanako's faux-rebellious attitude already. "Yes I am. Catherine Hargreaves, but outside of classes, feel free to call me Catherine," She said as she hovered down to Kanako, a deathly stillness of the air descending on them and ending the gust that had been playing with Kanako's skirt. "Students who go out of their way to seek instruction certainly get teachers' attention, so for now I'm all yours. But first, I'd like a demonstration of your level of control." Catherine waited for Kanako to either start displaying her powers, or explain how she didn't know how to use them yet. Catherine hadn't yet looked at the footage from the previous night so had no knowledge of Kanako's level of aptitude.

He wrinkled his nose at her as she came up with names for him. They weren't very interesting. "I'm not a quartz or a picasso. I'm a Zeke." He took her hand, pulling her gently along as they retraced their steps to the dorms. He explained as they went; "Icy is a girl who makes things cold. So she's icy. Yellow makes plants grow, but his eyes are this funny yellow colour and so he's yellow. You make music and have a singing violin, so you are Viola. I'm a Zeke because I do what Zeke does." He stopped in the foyer of the dorms and spun around, trying to guess where her room was.

Then he spotted a shadow on the ceiling that make a very interesting shape. Distracted, he started drawing it, the way it overlapped with a sunbeam from a different window but was still far enough away that it was darker than the other parts of the ceiling. He had, however underestimated the crowd, and he was bumped four times before he wiped the drawing away with a mumbled whine. "People getting in the way and ruining my picture and nyaaaa." He folded his arms and pouted.

@Pseudo Stygian