Sepiroth tilts his head as he puts the medicine back in his backpack, listening to him. “I don't know, just because person cannot be present in body doesn't mean they aren't there in spirit.. a true club is like an invisible bond between people, but what do I know.. not like I've ever being in a being in club before, but whenever I see clubs the members in them look so happy.” he says quietly in a wistful tone before adding. “I to am quiet busy, but if ever you wanted to talk to me.. I would also make time for you.. you remind me of someone and I'd like to get to know you a little more.” he says with a hint of a blush on his pale cheeks. “I bet that sounded very perverted, didn't it? Forgive me, I am not really used to talking to people.”  he sighs. “I don't know if it's a good thing that people rarely notice you or waste time on me, but people'll only see what they wish to see.”  he smiles and takes the text books. “I once damaged my eyes- not much as you can gather- but I needed those glasses for a while until they recovered..” not quite a lie, his father did make him look into the bright light of the reading lamp because he tried to use it.. but how could he say what the real reason was for getting those glasses? He shivers a little before clearing his thoughts. “I'm glad they'll help you.. you can borrow them as long as you like.” he says with a gentle smile. Sepiroth notices him shift uneasily. “are you.. okay?”<br/><br/>Sepiroth cannot help but flinch as the other boy holds out his hand, he mentally child's himself. 'it's just a handshake, don't be a fool!' he thinks to himself, gulping a little. “Shawn..” he repeated as he reaches his hand out. “I'm Sepiroth..” he says quietly, before his hand can touch Shawn's the class door opens. He hears Shawn's flurry of words and calls after him. “you're welcome!” he stands there for a few moments before adding quietly. “..bye..” he waits for a few moments before sighing sadly and flinches as his phone rings, he answers it and remains silent as the voice speaks. The only words Sepiroth mumbles is. “but it's not my work hours yet..” he listens before sighing. “okay, Adonis.. I've got it.. I'll head and meet him now.” he hangs up the phone and walks out the building,  knowing that everyone's in class he should be safe from prying eyes. He looks around and finds some bushes- bushes that are very thick but have a small clearing inside them. He made the clearing a few years back as a hidey hole, now it serves as a place to get changed for dreaded off hour jobs like this. Knowing he can waste no time- else risking the wrath of his pimp, Adonis- he jumps into the bushes and sorts through his bag.. pulling out his working clothes he often wears. He sighs and undresses himself, putting his dress in his backpack the best he can while getting changed into his more.. skimpy attire..