And so Joseph was alone again, he had indeed managed to control his temper and he was proud of that. He even managed to tell an unusual girl to leave, she was cute he admitted that much, after all he pretty much had a thing for things that are sort of cute, however his primary favorite kind of girl was one that is cheery, a bit of a tomboy in regards to her laughing in the face of filth and danger. He found girls like that to be his type, he wasn't at all entirely certain as to why, however it seemed to be a sort of more human interest so he allowed himself to remain 'human' in that regard. Another type of girl he found fascinating if not partially alluring in regards of interest and curiousity, are girls with a great amount of 'sex appeal'-whatever the hell THAT was, and at the same time had a great amount of class, sexy but stoic and refined. It had a certain beauty to him, a beauty that often times won his respect. After all anyone would more or less respect an attractive woman with a great amount of class to them, but not to the point where they're snooty and snobbish. Damn it don't think about girls now! He hated when it happened, he didn't AGAIN understand why, but his thoughts often times went off into small tangents, really small ones that people would often times consider not entirely significant however it made all the difference to him. It was annoying and irritating to him, how his mind seemed to just think on its own. He often times wondered if other wendigo had this sort of problem, he didn't at all bother with trying to talk to the other students, at he moment he had to find a teacher to talk to, he pretty much HAD to anyway, he had to make sure they were informed of his situation and the conditions for him staying there.<br/><br/>Yes the legal system, oh joy~...Ugh.<br/><br/>And so Joseph got back up, yes the oh-so merry wendigo pup, made his way through the halls and the dorms, knowing he'd tell his story that was beyond the norms,<br/>It made him sick, indeed it did, he didn't think he'd have to tell someone about his monsterous 'id' (As in the term of psychology that goes along with the super-ego)<br/>And in case you haven't caught on yet, this indeed attempts to rhyme, as to why, well that'll be explained in all due time.<br/><br/>Joseph growled lightly, as he walked on, now actually ABLE to keep his balance in his human form. "Where are those damn teachers?" He murmured as he ironically passed the very place that Latte and Darian were currently discussing in.