<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, Chiharu, Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/>Comfortably settling himself in the bean-chair, Valsche took a few brief seconds to observe the room in all its glorious chaos. While the tartly dressed Adelaide picking a fight with Blair’s fashion sense, to Ian seemingly posed to rattle Blair up for lunch money, Joanna and Chiharu’s added presence could only lead to trouble… and while Valsche hated being caught up in the hassle of others, it was difficult to deny his natural human instinct to enjoy the conflict between others…. Okay, the likelihood there wasn’t much chance of the erratic Ian bullying Blair, especially with Chiharu’s hawklike eyes lolling around in the immediate vicinity, but a delinquent could dream right? The thought of Ian and Blair facing off was kind of appealing in the same sense catfights appealed to some guys, and considering how both boys were slender figured and lean in muscle, the sight played out more like two puppies frolicking with one another.<br/><br/>Speaking of puppies, Valsche’s own muscles tensed uncomfortably when Ian’s puppy-like eyes rounded on him; the boy’s bright green gaze starting with unwelcomingly overwhelming positivity. While Valsche was more than accustomed to people apprehensively gazing his way, the affectionate friendliness Ian expressed was something sorely missing from Valsche’s life… and while the gaze did momentarily make Valsche’s heart skip a beat, it was more due to being startled by the almost-adoring look, rather than any actual emotional movement on his behalf. In fact, Ian’s friendly look was reciprocated by an belligerent look of hostility; as Valsche’s lips firmed into a curt scowl, and one of his eyebrows lowered themselves into an aggravated furrow. With the final added touch of tilting his head back in condescending arrogance, it made sense that most others would back away, or avert their gaze… but Ian. Well the ES club wouldn’t even have existed if Ian were able to read the expression of others well.<br/><br/>When Ian launched himself through the air, and intentionally tackled his way to Valsche’s side, it took every existing fibre of Valsche’s physical restraint to not hurl a first in Ian’s face. While Valsche held no issue with approaching others, he wasn’t particularly fond of being approached by others, namely since people tended to reciprocate his existence by approaching only when they had something troublesome to address. Ian however had proven himself more a nuisance than a threat though, and while Valsche was well aware that some people within town would like to see him harmed or erased from existence entirely, it was more likely than any injury he’d acquire through Ian to be accidental than anything intentional aggression.<br/><br/>A long exasperated sigh left Valsche, as his tensed figure began to visibly relax itself. His body unintentionally shuffling aside in the slightest to accommodate the new addition who was practically sitting on Valsche’s lap. As tempting as it was to shove Ian off and storm off, Valsche gruffly huffed and waited for the caramel haired youth to explain himself. A flash of fury flickered in Valsche’s eyes when Ian demanded his assistance, his initial gut instinct from being told he had to do something, mixing with the suspicion directed to all those within the room. There wasn’t any reason to suspect that Blair, Joanna, Adelaide, or Chiharu were responsible, but then again there was no reason not to suspect them either… and as far as Valsche was concerned everyone besides himself was an enemy in his eyes. Even Rulebook Chiharu seemed like a potential candidate; as the ones to offer the most help were often the culprit pulling the strings behind the scene.<br/><br/>“And why would I care that someone’s stealing your lunch” Valsche growled trying to seem uncaring, but discernibly more irritated now than before. While he was certain he didn’t care for Ian’s rumbling stomach, the fact that the issue had been presented for him to deal with didn’t sit well with him in the slightest.<br/>“What do you want me to do about in anyway? If it bothers you go cry to the teachers or Miss Rulebook there, they’d clearly enjoy the opportunity to bitch and rant to the entire school for something like this.”<br/><br/>“Unless of course, there’s already a few people you’d like me to deal with?” Valsche added sharply, slithering his own hand inbetween their touching bodies, and wrapping his larger hands around the clumped fists tightened around the scruff of his shirt; so that they could be untangled and pulled away. For a split second it looked as if some protective spirit had come over Valsche, but it was equally likely that Valsche had come to the conclusion that beating up a few people was easier than trying to help Ian work through the problem at hand. Worst case scenario there’d be a few undeserved bruises and emptied stomach’s around… but at least it’d give Valsche an opportunity to move away from Anti-LunchThief HQ.<br/>