Boredom

Why was this place so fucking boooooooooring? Kenelm stood in the courtyard, idly tossing his jagdkommando, still in its cyclindrical sheath. Even for an alcoholic like himself getting drunk got boring eventually when there was little to do while he was wasted. So now what the fuck was he supposed to do? Study? He'd rather go back to his goddamn clan than do that. Besides, getting chased by people intending to beat the living shit out of him if not outright murder him was at least somewhat entertaining.

Rosemary was new to the school. Still an initiate and all. It was an easy life, being an initiate. Nothing really to do but wait. As she entered the courtyard, she came upon an angsty looking teen. Grinning, she sauntered up to him and stood behind him.

Kenelm ceased tossing his Jagdkommando as he heard footsteps behind him, his purple ponytail swinging as he turned around. He looked ever so slightly upward at Rosemary as he crossed his arms over his mostly bare chest and vest. "Who the hell are you?" Kenelm wore a blank look on his face, his boredom still rather evident, although his tone carried a very slight amount of annoyance. He didn't know if this girl was trying to sneak up on him or not, although the fact she did so slightly made him a little suspicious, even if he probably shouldn't have been.