Kevin sat back in his seat, looking a little pale and considerably more trapped. But there's something wrong with this - how they've approached it. Maybe they came on too strong. Maybe he just got a feeling.<br/><br/>He leaned back in the chair, his look and tone changing slightly. He folded his hands in his lap, looking contemplative for a moment. Sighing, he began to address their accusations.<br/><br/>"First, I didn't vandalize school property. You've clearly been digging enough that it's probably best I make sure I'm only accused of things I actually did. Assuming you're talking about the defacing of the number plate on my locker - not my doing. I could speculate as to who it was, but I can't tell you for sure. Second, the material in question wasn't read on school property. I'm a commuting student, you both know that, so things get carried in my backpack."<br/><br/>He looked somewhat defeated, clever blue eyes flicking to both of the women in the office. "You've clearly done enough digging that this is a personal interest," he refrained from using the word 'Witch hunt', though it might have sufficed, "and between the two of you, even if all of this was entirely a work of fiction, you could get me expelled, or failed out, anyway. So may I ask what is it you're looking *for*, and what you intend to do?"