<div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Wallpapers_-_Headphone22.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phenex<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Monday Morning, End of Breakfast Time, Before Class<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home Ec Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mikah<br/><strong>Demerits:</strong>Two<br/><br/><hr/><br/>If the announcements had occurred between songs, or perhaps even if Phenex had swapped discs, he might have heard the Headmistress' warning. He might have been made aware of just how strict this schedule was. He might have even shuffled along to breakfast despite not feeling<em>that</em>particular brand of hunger. That might stave it off temporarily, but he knew by evening he'd be craving a very different sort of meal. An obligation that caused him to sigh heavily. He wasn't able to get the same joy from feeding as many of these other demons had, it seemed. He didn't like having to fuck someone he found... distasteful.<br/><br/>None of this was enough to drag his attention away from the music he was listening to. He enjoyed this band, though he wasn't as fond of it as he was of Mercenary. But the guitar work was complex and required a better ear than his own. He would need to seek books in the library, something that could help him understand how to play the electronic guitar of the humans. Nothing in Hell had possesses such a sound, which seemed ironic as a lot of these bands seemed to sing of demons, evil and Hell quite often. Perhaps he should even write a letter for his mother, thanking her and her Uncle for the gifts.<br/><br/>The young Succubus' entrance had gone unnoticed until she chose to sit in front of him. The sudden scent of her, be it perfume or pheremone, struck like a viper and sunk into his flesh, causing his very bones to rattle as if they were hollow, calling to his hunger. He quickly shut his eyes, trying to focus on the music instead. However, it was only moments later when he felt his desk vibrate, and not with the drumming of his fingers upon the top. He opened his eyes, and almost jumped back in surprise. It was one of the girls from earlier. The brunette that... he thought he saw something, a glimmer, a familiar glance that reminded him of the succubi back "home". Only there was no such sign now, nor had their been when he had really looked at her back in the hallway. Perhaps he was just paranoid?<br/><br/>"Yeah?" he asked, removing the earbuds, the echo of crashing symbols and the static of high distortion guitars rattling from the tiny speakers.<br/><br/>"Are you Phenex?"<br/><br/>His eyes widened in a sudden ...well it wasn't panic, but it was certainly distrust and nervousness. Did other demons here have mind-reading powers? How could she have known? He was certain he hadn't introduced himself to anyone, hardly even his roommate. Or perhaps...<br/><br/>His expression calmed, but there was a slight glimmer of irritation. Was this the friend of one of the Succubi of his "neighborhood" in Hell? The other back-stabbing, boot licking, sycophantic cretins that insulted him for his lack of wings? His love of human culture? Yeah, they fed off of him once. They held him down, stripped him nude, put him on his stomach and pawed at his back, mocking him, and forcing him into rather uncomfortable positions. So naturally, at the very thought that<em>this one</em>might somehow be related, might somehow have been made aware of so he could be targeted...<br/><br/>It wasn't obvious, it was only slight, but a shadow crossed over Phenex's face.<br/><br/>"I am," he responded coldly. "Who wants to know?"