Jason walked quietly and growled to himself with a silent reptilian hiss as people gathered closer, groups and clusters always made him nervous. Never used to when he was little till the orphanage. Glaring he waved his hands at the people, "Go. Away. I don't want groupies. Shoo shoo!" he waved more till they left and shook his head looking to the male with him sighing. Nodding he sighed, "Yeah... They admire me for how most teachers let me get away with nearly anything. so they get this idea," he motioned with his hands by shaking them a little, "That if thy hang around me teachers will let yen do the same." he sighed. He wondered how James even afforded education for them, he probably didn't want to know. Walking he scratched his arm and listened to Kinjo, that accent of his he just loved. Made him want to keep him talking just to hear it more, it was delicious to his ears. Walking and stopping he looked to the male, "I'll come by after- this teacher hates me otherwise I'd sit in class with you. If anyone bugs you- tell me, alright?" he smiled and waved before heading into a room two doors down the hall. He sat in a chair at a long table with his drawing pad out and looked to the male teacher who was looking at it, this was the only class he actually had to go to. The teacher rose a brow, "Some detail is missing but other than that it's excellent, who is it?" Jason pulled the book closed and lowered his head, shaking a little, "My mother..." the teacher patted his shoulder, "She's beautiful Mr. Brant, don't worry you still get an A for it. I've seen you working on it constantly since I assigned it, I can tell she means a lot to you. Never expected to see this when I assigned the Important Person Portrait assignment. Most kids did politicians, artists, and no family. Want to start the next one?" Jason nodded quietly saying yes. The teacher walked to his desk and picked up a packet and set it on Jason's desk, "You might enjoy these. If you can, when you finish the portrait - can you photo copy it? I'd love to have it displayed on a wall." the male looked up and pulled the packet close before shaking his head, "When and if I finish..." He stuffed the packet into his backpack and stood. Waving he left the room and waited outside the classroom Kinjo was in. He didn't want to go home. The compliment from the art teacher made him hurt, he didn't want to go home to feel alone. The old house was creepy enough when he and his brother where there; sure it was nice looking and all but... It still holds those bad memories. Sometimes at night he could swear he could see a ghost of his mother watching the yard, like she was keeping something at bay. Then other times... He saw his father's nasty ghost outside of the fence to their yard pacing. Looking for a way inside. He hated that house, one day he'd burn it down. Remove all that he owned, put it somewhere new, rebury his mother's urn, and live somewhere else.Â