<strong>Name:</strong><strong>Adell Zephyros</strong>(Color =<strong>Bolded Red</strong>)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>DWMA Front Gate<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Eleanor Byrd Rose & Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/3d7aebe92db19ffbe63200d2c27c9107/http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn249/ExSoldier-Of-Death/Adell1.png)</div>Adell's ears picked up on the clacking sound of heels and turned his attention in the direction of the sound. A cool smile found its way onto his face as the girl with bubblegum-pink hair excitedly ran towards him. No matter how good his day way, it always got even better when he saw Eleanor's smiling face. She was just so revitalizing, so full of life so.... klutzy.<br/><br/>She tripped and face-planted just a few feet away from the Meister. Now he would have probably freaked out, like he did the first six times she's done this, but he'd gotten so used to her it didn't really bother him too much. She may look frail, but Eleanor was actually pretty tough. She was very good at shaking off pain, as she showed when she sat herself up and starting digging through her bag. She pulled out her lunch and was relieved that it wasn't destroyed during her little fall. He could care less about the food's safety, but for some reason, she never seemed to care about her own well-being: always wanting to please everyone else and never paying attention to her own needs.<br/><br/><strong><em>"It's alright! The food is alright!"</em></strong>There was that big wide smile he'd become so enamored with. No one could say Eleanor wasn't a beautiful girl. She was absolutely stunning, and her smile could light up any situation.<br/><br/>He sighed at the girl.<strong>"You're so clumsy."</strong>He couldn't help but let a small laugh accompany his words. Once he finally got over the fear of her seriously hurting herself, he could relax enough to appreciate yet another one of Eleanor's many quirks. The girl blushed, and then quickly hurried back to her feet.<br/><br/><em><strong>"S-sorry I fell....again."</strong></em>Embarrassed as always, she could barely look him in the eye. But then, he could see her excitement begin to bubble to the surface and he braced himself for another wave of her hyperactive soul.<strong><em>"Sorry I'm late but Lord Death requested me in his office this morning and he totally is happy with our progress in training! And he hand picked a mission for us!"</em></strong><br/><br/>So it was Lord Death who assigned that mission to them? That was pretty exciting news. Having the Headmaster personally select you for a mission usually happens on two occasions; when he feels you're ready for a challenge, or if you're fucking up in classes and need some extra credit before you get the Shinigami Chop. Since Eleanor's been allowing him to study her notes, which can be really helpful, yet really distracting with all the pretty little doodles all over the page, he was sure his grades were improving so it couldn't be remedials. It looks like he was finally going to be able to start training the next Death Scythe.<strong>"That's great news, Eleanor! I can't wait."</strong>It was then, as the girl's embarrassment faded, that he noticed one side of her face was still a little red.<br/><br/>Upon further examination he could see the scuff marks on her face and head and a look of concern flashed on his face.<strong>"Eleanor... come on. You've gotta be more careful."</strong>He walked over to her and placed his free hand on the side of her face with the scuffs on it. He was standing very close to the girl in order to examine the damage. It looked like most of the scuffs were just dirt, and the skin where the scrapes were began to raise a bit.<strong>"People are gonna start to think I'm beating you."</strong>He smirked a bit at his own little joke as he wiped away some of the dirt from her face. Her temple seemed a little red and sensitive to his touch, so he gave it a light kiss, then blushed a bit when he realized he was kissing on her again. Sometimes he really just couldn't help himself. Maybe she wouldn't notice.<strong>"No running in heels, Eleanor. You're a Weapon, not a hooker. Though, you do look really nice in those. Are they new?"</strong>It was easy to get lost in Eleanor. She always completely absorbed his attention and focus.<br/><br/>He liked talking to her. She always laughed at his jokes no matter how corny or quirky, and she always seemed to be happy just to see him. Who wouldn't like somebody like that? He never understood the other students. He could never wrap his mind around why they always gave her such dirty looks whenever they saw her. Eleanor didn't know this, and neither did he plan on telling her, but somebody actually had the nerve to approach Adell and say it might not be such a good idea to date a dirty little witch like her. Needless to say, Adell's fire was the last thing that kid saw before his face met the floor. Ever since then, nobody has ever attempted to utter anything negative about her while he was around. Occasionally, they would give the two of them dirty looks, but Adell would always return the favor. He didn't care what Eleanor was. She was<em>his</em>partner;<em>his</em>witch, and nobody would<em>ever</em>be allowed to disrespect her.<br/><br/><strong>"We should get to class before we're too late. I hear whispers of a sub. Don't wanna give the wrong impression."</strong>He smirked and held a gloved hand out for his partner.<strong>"Ready when you are."</strong>