(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c81/Spydr_tog/my_little_troublemaker_by_foo_tan-d377udt_zps6700124e.jpg) (http://s25.photobucket.com/user/Spydr_tog/media/my_little_troublemaker_by_foo_tan-d377udt_zps6700124e.jpg.html)<br/><br/><strong>Name: Maysaki Yasuo<br/>Location: Hoodie-land or In class if you mean physically<br/>Tagged: Open<br/>Color: <em>Red Italic</em></strong><br/><br/>He scoffed at getting up early to train really, or doing anything that might be remotely considered training by the less field tested girl, but he would be up watching her work out for the entire time, grumpily drinking coffee or eating whatever passed for breakfast that morning.  Not because he wanted to be there for her, or to see how she moved but just because he had to cause that's what a weapon was supposed to do really.  Or at least that's something that he'd been told enough times to almost believe it.  That didn't mean he was going to give in and be the happy camper about this consistent up early bull.  Damn people, don't they know that all the real important stuff happens at night anyway?  An exasperated sigh from him usually managed to herald the end of her training, and that wasn't even including the days she tried to get him to assist her in weapon form.  That took a whole new degree of caffeinated substance...<br/><br/>While she went about getting into class he found more time to wander about to look over those other over achieving types that everyone felt as though was the best way to get things done.  Nothing was about talent anymore, everything more about consistent repetitive behavior, and fuck that was more boring than watching a documentary on the mating habit of snails.  Generally he'd just sport his headphones and rock out to music while reading the latest manga that he could get his hands on or continue working on breakfast as travel didn't seem to slow down his need to consume copious amounts of bacon or other breakfast related meat products.  Sure he'd show up when she was looking over the assignments, he'd even point at a few that might be interesting, if he actually read them or paid attention.  But he was more interested in just seeing what the school's actual weapon training program was about than the needs of other crap here.  What'd a future Deathscythe need with basic soul mechanics anyway, that stuff should just be intuitive.<br/><br/>Finally he'd find his seat more or less on time, if only because Fukui tended to frown at him something obnoxious if he made her miss some sort of team assignment that came at the beginning of the class, his lanky limbs dangling over the desk  in some fashion, headset brushed only barely back to rest at his neck while music he wanted to listen to remained playing.  Secretly wishing that Stein wouldn't call on them to volunteer for things cause he wasn't planning on being the one doing things first.  Teachers always seemed to target the people they felt would fail anyway, and he didn't want that rap, or that negativity to fall on his Meister, because he was at least eighty percent sure that meant she'd actually try to push for him to start working even towards Soul Resonance whatever bullocks that came down to.<br/><br/>He did however this morning, get the pleasure of watching Adell all but trip over himself talking to another weapon, and a girl no less.  And that to him was pretty damn funny, "<em>C'mon man, first time you're talking to her, and you're gonna mention how much trouble you've had fitting in?  Self deprecating is so old school, specially when you started out by saying you were the hottest Meister at the Academy.  Talk about some switch hitter ego problems, you can't quantify appearance anyhow man, it's all in the eye of the beholder.</em>"  Smirking a moment towards the pair before patting down his jacket for something to snack on and letting his head roll to the side to peer at Mitsu.  "<em>I mean if you look at Mitsu here, you can see how cute she is, but she doesn't go out of her way to brag bout it none, you know?   She might oughta consider it though,</em>"  Grinning at her and flicking a quick wink.