<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d5/87/45/d587456ce2f388e0b7fc793cd0b991bb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Name: Jumoke<br/>Date/Time: September 12 / Afternoon<br/>Location: Main Campus, Lunch Hall.<br/>Tagging: Lulukat (Agitated with), Polaris Twins, Open</span><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"> Jumo eyes darted towards the one who dared talk to him in such a manner. The ghostly hands broke contact to the three others as they found their way to only Lulukat. "Who do you think you are talking to as if you have the right to speak to your betters in such a fashion?" He kept a calm face in front of the others, but his blood was boiling. The prince had an image to uphold, and as much as he would love to degrade this young woman's actions he was taught not to place his hands on a woman; even though at this point of time she as anything but in his eyes. <br/><br/>Unconsciously then hands tightened their grip upon her for no more than a second before he swiped his hands causing them to disperse." Next time I lay my eyes upon you mongrel I'll punish you, there is no room for discussion. No one speaks to me as you have." even as he said this, it was clear his composure was cracking showing the rest who were witness to this only affirm that the dark-skinned young man had quite the attitude problem. Without as much of a second glance, he turned to collect his things as he needed to collect his things if not he would surely snap. There were too many people here for him to stoop to that woman's level. Oh, she would be under his heel before the days' end that was for sure. Everything else was nothing more than a side objective as this wrong she committed could not nor would be tolerated if he was to be called prince.</span><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>