Pʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ Gʀɪᴇғᴇʀs || open

[Light]

( Yup! :3 )

It was the first day of the new semester, which meant clubs would be recruiting all of the new kids that were entering the school. Everything was in order in the front... in the gym... but the cafeteria where even more stands were set up with magical items was in utter and inexplicable chaos. There was a swarm of kids running left and right; all around the room trying to catch a small yellow blur. This small animal had a white tipped tail, and a fox-like appearance. On its body was a bright red banner with something written on it--but the poor thing was running so fast away from its pursuers that no one could read it.

[mationix]

Yet another thing was going wrong. The president stomped into the cafeteria, muttering under her breath. First the Science Club had a malfunction on one of their presentations, causing a couple students to loose their eyebrows. No this...thing was running around like a wild animal. Er wait...it actually did look like a wild aninal- a fox? She crept towards the thing, her eyes narrowed as she tried to see whatever it was. As it got closer to her, she scooped it up in her arms.

[Light]

With an indignant squeak, it starts thrashing in her arms, its small little legs wildly flailing in the air. The little red banner flutters to the floor, the letters 'P.G.' glaring up at her in some weird black-font. As soon as she catches the fox though, there's the sound of the clicking of a tongue as if someone was calling a dog. The fox perks its ears, and starts waving its paws in the direction of the noise, where the redhead from yesterday was standing in a pirate costume, his eye covered with an eye patch.

"Oh, Ms. President managed to catch Vice President," he holds his arms out expectantly, the others that had been chasing the fox sulking away as if they had lost a million dollars.

[mationix]

The president grimaced, holding her hands out as the fox flailed around, hoping to not get smacked by its paws. Alright, putting a banner on this thing, it seemed a little odd. Though it was...kind of cute. Of course, not like she would ever say that aloud.

Especially considering it was his.

As soon as she heard his voice, all feelings of attachment to this fox disappeared. "Why do you keep showing up in my life?" She muttered under her breath, shoving the fox into the guy's stretched out hands. "And what on earth are you wearing?" She demanded in a louder voice, the scowl appearing on her lips once more.

[Light]

The fox yips happily and he holds it up, letting the small yellow creature lick his nose. after a few seconds he lets it scamper up his arm, onto his shoulder. "Considering I was here first in both cases, I should be asking that. So, President, why do you keep showing up in my life?" he tilts his eyebrow, the small fox staring at her as if she were a tv and he was watching a cartoon.

"Stalker type, are you? Don't worry, a few of those come my way every other week or so; just go to the janitors closet and you'll find their clubs base." he scratches at the foxes chin, "--and this... this is kinda like when you put a cute little girl in a lemonade stand and earn a fortune. 'Cept for the fact I ain't getting paid to wear this for my club or anything,"

[mationix]

She threw her hands up in the air, ignoring the heat that was rising to her cheeks. "You wish; I am not following you! I was wandering around the hallways, trying to make sure that everything was in order, then I heard all the screaming and yelling coming from this room. Wouldn't you know it, but it's you causing all of this ruckus," she replied, glowering at him. This is what I get for getting curious. She fumed, tapping her foot on the ground. "And what are you supposed to accomplish wearing that outfit?" She asked, her brain starting to throb from being around him.

[Light]

His shoulders start shaking, and he covers his face as small little snickers escape his throat, "Y-you, actually took that seriously? Come one Prez, learn to take a joke or two," he coughs and drops his hand, picking up a stack of flies from a nearby table, "I believe the followers of the otaku world call it cosplay, oh wise one. There is no accomplishment that comes with it. I'm just like, advertising and stuff. Having fun, you know, that thing you can't do cause your like, some sort of life form that can't comprehend the word,"

[mationix]

She pinched the bridge of her nose, getting mentally exhausted. Honestly, why was she wasting her time being around him? It served no purpose, except for getting her furious. Letting out a thin sigh, she put her hands on her hips. "I will ignore that last comment," she haughtily said, "because I actually have work to do, not play around like some child. Unlike some people I actually know what my future is going to hold; success and power."

[Light]

He takes a paper from the stack and hands it to a person passing by, "Mhm--that's gotta be assured for you, since your like, the president. The president is supposed to get the best grades ever," he gushes in a mock-interested voice, his tone dragging on each syllable, "They're supposed to be the best with magic tools too, and know all sorts of formulas and other stuff. Success and all that stuff is gonna be assured for you." he gives her a salute with the arm the fox was balanced on, "May the stars light your path,"

[mationix]

She gripped her fingers into a fist, her jaw clenching. "Are you always this annoying or is just a show for me?" She asked sarcastically, glaring at him, as if he would burn up with the look she was giving him. She then falters as her mind clicks to two words she said. "Wait...'magic tools'? What are you talking about?" The president asked slowly, suspicious shoving hostility out of the way.

[Light]

"I'm always like this," he replies in a chirpy voice, "Most people love it. You just happen to be like, single and frustrated or something," he gives her a curious look before guffawing, "Oh what, seriously? Most people are like, 'the hell are magic formulas?' and stuff. You, you don't even know what a magic tool is." he snorts and shakes his head, "It's like the contact I used yesterday. You start learning about them in your last year, and third year if your an advanced student. You basically just write a code, or magic formula into something to make it do something magical. Like seeing someone's mood,"

[mationix]

"It's because I don't fall for your crap," she growled, bristling. She seriously needed to step away from this guy, he was not helping her calm down for the Parent-Teacher Conference. "Oh well, I'm glad you said something normal, for a second, I thought you were going to say something absolutely crazy," she continued, her voice cracking from hysteria.

[Light]

"Crap? You do that in the toilet," he rolls his eyes and stuffs another flier into a kids hands, "What? Do you live under a rock? Are you even in the right school? Bloody hell, this is a school for magic technicians, not smart little know-it-all's that wanna become president. Magic, you know, science--the revolutionary thing that started about two years ago."

[mationix]

Did he always have to be such a smart-aleck? Gritting her teeth, she felt her cheeks flame up with heat yet again. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to take you seriously," she spat, "I should've known you meant business while wearing this." She gestured to his outfit while she spoke.

[Light]

He lifts up his arms and shrugs, "I can't say I won't be pleased when reality decides to bill you," he turns away, "Ja, if that's all you wanna nag about, I have better things to do than baby-sit."

[mationix]

How was he able to get under her skin this easily; most comments she brushed off like it was an annoying insect. Though this... She spun on her heels, turning to face away from him. "Well then, I shall leave you to it," she said, her chin raised up.

[Light]

"Mm, you do that, please. Your glare is scaring away all the promising freshmen," the little fox bounces off his arm and one his head, squishing his spikey hair under its feet.

[mationix]

She gritted her teeth, not wanting to give him the benefit of chasing her away. With her head still raised, she walked away stiffly, not glancing over her shoulder.

[Light]

"Join the Professionals'!" he calls out with less than no energy, waving the fliers as he walks down the row of booths, "We offer once a week karaoke and cookies," the fox squeaks happily at the mentioning of cookies, and the two disappear as they round a corner and join the crowd...

[mationix]

(I guess another time skip? If so, I'll do it; I would feel bad making you do all of them. c: )