"Finished!" Junji chimed as he set the futon covering over the table. Jin ruffled his brother's hair before sitting in front of the table and admiring the handiwork. As he eyed the layout he outstretched his arm and waved at Junji as if shooing him "Proper introduction, Junji!"<br/>Junji gasped and pulled a face of surprise before turning to bow to the boy<br/>"Hello, I'mverygladtomeetyou. Woah you're tall," he fired off quickly. The introduction was very lackluster, his mind was elsewhere<br/>"Do you think we should go see if Draco's alright?" Junji thought out loud.<br/><br/>"She's probably just dealing with being commanded around for a bit. If this guy knows how to properly establish himself, he won't actually be taking this whole 'personal servant' thing very seriously. It's all about status and- you wrinkled the left edge over here Junji."<br/><br/>The boy grunted dutifully before walking over to straighten it. His older brother patted him on the back to show his approval to which Junji smiled pridefully.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">" I have offered to help her practice though, so hopefully things will work out."</span>Adam said with melancholy<br/>"When she gets back, me and Junji will help her get all set up," Jin said as he scooted towards his large trunk "I think it might be a good idea to make sure she doesn't take this too hard." he dug out a small set of books and placed them neatly on the table.<br/><br/>_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">It's more fun to pull pranks in class where everyone else can see them</span>Aleksey made a small hum as if he were considering how unfortunate that might be "Pranks in class, quite the Slifer mentality you've got," he jabbed quite matter-of-factly "I'm sure Professors will love you," he said plainly as he continued to type.<span style="font-weight: bold">"It's too bad that I always keep my word," </span>she remarked in a rather admissive tone<span style="font-weight: bold">"I could have just not kept my end of the bet and you'd be doing the unpacking yourself. I'm too nice for my own good."</span>Aleksey stopped typing for a moment and looked up at the girl. His blank stare didn't betray his intrigue at such an earnest statement "Well, well!" he chimed before going back to his typing "Looks like the girl<span style="font-style: italic">does </span>have some brains behind that mask... but that could be all she has back there, Chad. Word to the wise: people hide behind clothes because they're ashamed. Gazing upon shame is never pleasant for anyone.