Friends... Or Foes?

Larz had to request another dorm room, he started heading through the west wing. He carried his sheathed katana by his side, a few students saw it when they passed him and kept a few steps away from him. Larzakiil didn't take any notice.

Turning a corner, he saw a small woman looking at the requests. Walking towards her, the closer he got the better he could see her. She was quite short but very attractive. Her pale skin already had him building an opinion on her. Even if she wasn't a vampire, she kind of looked like on. Stopping beside her, he placed his thumb against the hilt of his katana just incase.

He grabbed a pen and wrote his name next to 'Dorm Room Four'. "Atleast I've gotten first pick." He thought to himself.

Larzakiil looked on with surprise when he was hugged, for a second he thought he was being attacked. His thumb pushed against the hilt and revealed an inch of his katana before he felt her arms wrap around him. Placing his free arm around her, he patted her back awkwardly; as Larz wasn't used to hugging people, atleast not when he just met them. "Er...Hi there. And~ Who're you?"

Larzakiil quickly let his katana fall fully back into it's sheath upon hearing she was a prefect. He dared not to raise his blade to a prefect, unless he desired to be kicked out of school. He examined her when she let go of him, she was quite beautiful. He was almost captivated by her looks and outfit, so much that he almost missed her question. Returning to reality, he nodded his head and responded. "Yeah, that'd be cool." He stepped back, ready for her to escort him to his room.

Larzakiil followed after her, when she stopped at the stairs he slid to a halt. He nodded to her question and waited for her to go. The way she asked if he was ready, he half expected her to vanish or something to see if he could follow her.

Larzakiil sighed when he saw her vanish, he reached out and caught the slowly falling strand of hair. "Hehehe...Fine. Be that way." He muttered to himself. Dropping the hair, he proceeded downstairs in a slow walk. He went down, checking the first number to appear. It was close to 4, so he was on the right floor. He walked along the hallways, checking each number until he finally got to dorm room 4. He stood in the doorway with a smirk, having made her wait a good two or three minutes. "Sorry, I couldn't keep up with you."

Shrugging his shoulders at the comments. "Pfft. I could've won, I just didn't want to embarrass you." When she crossed her arms under her breasts he stared for a few moments but reluctantly looked away and spoke without looking at her. "So this is my room, huh?" He scanned it, already deciding which bed was his. "It'll do."

Larz started to get alittle nervous. He glanced back at her and then looked away again. "Eh...No reason." It was obviously a lie, but he wasn't about to tell her the real reason. Walking into the room, he approached the closest bed and went to the draws; he checked inside them, gauging how much space was there and if his stuff would fit.

Larzakiil lied once more, this time it was alittle more convincing but still not true. "I was just looking around the room, I am going to be living here for a year." He looked up at the wall space above the bed, pretending to be thinking about something; but it was mainly an excuse not to stare again.

Larz laughed awkwardly when she began rubbing his shoulders, he turned his head when she rested her chin on his shoulder; his face only a few inches from her's. "I..." He stopped to think about his answer. He was never this lucky, his first instinct told him this was some kind of trap; but he then thought that maybe it wasn't. He could've spent all day debating with himself, but he had always trusted his instincts and despite what seemed like the better option he wasn't about to stop now.

He pulled away from her while turning, attempting to break her grasp of his shoulders. He was still a mere two feet away from her as the bed was behind him. Still holding his sword, he said again. "Nah, I'm sure I'm not lying to you."

Larz shook his head. "It's not that." He sat down on his bed, bringing his sword onto his lap. He could see she was getting upset with him and let out a sigh of annoyance. This day was getting less hassle-free each passing second and he didn't want people thinking he went around making girls cry, a prefect no less. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just not used to this cr-...stuff."

A sense of relief washed over him, he pulled his sword partly out of it's sheath and looked at his reflection on the blade. "I don't mean to brag, but I am pretty confident in my ability to make people cry." He joked with a smirk. Finally he looked at Amie, without staring at her assets. "So what are you, anyway?"

Time seemed to slow down for Larzakiil as she spoke. "Pure...Blooded...Vampire..." The words echoed through his mind and his grip on the handle of his sword got quite alot tighter. His smile disapeared and he stood up. He walked away from the bed. Turning to Amie, he spoke. "I've got a lot to do, including bringing all of my stuff up here. So I'd really appreciate it if you left now."