Academy of the Arts: Keevaâs GroupThe prime thing that was on Luteâs mind as he watched that giant pink tongue sandpaper Trixieâs face was that he wasnât going to stand here and let the horse target him next, no siree. âExcuse me,â He edged past Aria and Trixie, but the narrow window of space that both Lucien and Keeva had used to leave had been blocked by the stallionâs figure, which left the virtuoso no choice but to crawl out from under Sebastian. Yes, that was how
desperate he was.
Once he saw that the his efforts to brave going out from under the horse was to be rewarded by a scene of the young lady slapping Angel and Lucien flirting with said lady without realizing that she may or may not tear the grin from his face next, Lute suddenly wished that he stayed
inside the prop room with the plushies. âEveryone
please calm down! Hey Marcus! Lucien, thatâs a
great line but we really donât have time to be making jokes, right!? Miss Keeva, itâs a fine day to go touring, isnât it? Letâs go to our next destination!â The rooms had placards above each doorway which told of which area it was, and the sound room was just a hop and a skip away. The virtuoso hurriedly raised his hands up in what he hoped seemed like a placating manner as he approached the group, but the sound of hooves clacking against the smooth floor made him stop in place.
Either Sebastian didnât forgive the virtuoso for creeping under him or he wanted to check up on the one-sided argument between Angel and Rose, because the stallion turned away from Trixie and trotted towards the group, the distance between him and the frozen virtuoso rapidly diminishing. At first the stallion only spared Lute a passing glance, but then did a double take when he caught a glimpse of the white-haired manâs panic; the creatureâs magnificent moustache seemed to quiver in a way reminiscent of storybook villain facial hair as he brought his head closer to Luteâs paling visage. Sebastianâs eyes shone with mischief as their faces were but a few inches apart and he kept eye contact with the poor man for about ten seconds, after which the steed opened his jaw and then gnashed his teeth together in an audible CHOMP.
Lute let out a wordless shriek and hightailed it out of there. As Sebastian snorted and neighed in what must be a horseâs version of a laugh, the virtuoso escaped over to the sound room he had so ardently pinpointed earlier. The doors seemed to be partially open since the man did not even pause to run inside the room, where his arrival was marked by the following:
An â
Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!â closely followed by a âWatch out-!!!â and then a familiar screech before a horrible pandemonium caused by all sorts of objects crashing down erupted throughout the entire hallway. Even the students far from the sound room winced and a concerned few, including Sebastian who trotted over at his own regal pace, rushed over to check for broken objects. Apparently Lute collided into a pair of scholars who were transporting a large box of musical instruments.