<div class="floatleft">(https://s20.postimg.org/jpam6d9sd/Valsche.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valsche<br/><strong>Time:</strong>After School<br/><strong>Location:</strong>ES Club Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ian, Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Feel free to obstruct him, or leave him. I'm fine either way~<br/><hr/>The corners of Valsche’s lips turned downwards into an unpleasant scowl as his offer to help was deftly declined, and Ian scampered off to seek advice and assistance from the others in the room. Staring irritably at the back of the brunet boy’s head, as he to prattle and rant about what clearly sounded like a simple case of bullying, Valsche briefly balled his fists tight silent contemplation. Wondering if now was the right time to expel the buildup of stress that Ian had caused him the past few weeks. If no punches were to be hurled, Ian shouldn’t have asked him for his opinion or help… and if physical aggression was off the list of possibilities, what point was there in Valsche attending classes tomorrow? In fact there wasn’t any point of him even being present right now.<br/><br/>His mood soured even more as the various figures scattered across the room gradually began to congregate unanimously around the dullest scheme possible. Valsche’s evaluation might not have been all that positive, but he liked to believe Ian was competent enough notice something if his lunch was being snatched out from right under his nose.<br/><br/>Whatever the case, his interest in the topic had all but dissolved at this point. Valsche didn’t have a bottomoless well off delusional creativity to draw from like Blair and Ian. Nor was he propelled onward by a sense of righteousness like Chiharu. Joanna… well he didn’t know what her motives were, but if the look she was giving him was anything to go by, it was probably best he never found out. He supposed if he had to pick one, he was closest to Adelaide in the sense that she seemed to want something a bit more… but she seemed intent on milking the craziness of the situation for all it was worth, whereas Valsche couldn’t discern anything worthwhile in playing warden over Ian’s lunch. In either case, it wasn’t something serious enough for Valsche to sacrifice an entire<em>’school day’</em>for.<br/><br/>“You’ve got to be kidding me” he grumbled discontentedly, not really caring who or what heard him. The discussion at hand had essentially devolved into a boring scheme and analysing junk, and Valsche had no interest in either. What little patience he usually held in reserve for the scatterbrained leader of the club had been worn thin by his earlier rebuttal, and it was either Valsche left… or started taking his frustration on those present. He’d chosen the club room to hang out since the teachers at the school wouldn’t bother him here… but after hearing the latest nonsense, he figured he’d take his chances sleeping in the library.<br/><br/>“Well, problem solved. Good luck, I’m out.” Valsche snapped curtly, picking himself off the ground and heading for the door.<br/><br/>