<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/new-monster/images/e/ec/Succubus.png/revision/latest?cb=20150302002317)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mikah Tempetus<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home Ec. Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Phenex<br/><strong>Demerits:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Mikah was just about to congratulate herself, mentally, on having been able to draw the nervous young incubus into conversation when the interruption came. She noticed him jump, saw how he suddenly seemed to retreat back into himself and glanced over at the interruption.<br/><br/>And then she saw… him.<br/><br/>He was beautiful, the newcomer, his light hair fluttering in a rough fringe about his face even as he casually walked to the back of the classroom and tossed his books. He looked entirely at his ease, despite the fact that he wasn’t as his best – well, she’d have to get him to change that – but every inch of him looked like perfection. Seeing as she was already reminding herself of the feed with the attention of the other incubus brat, her wings actually opened for a moment, stretching feebly before quaking back into a rest against her shoulders.<br/><br/>She had just turned her reluctant attention back to the boy Phenex when he pronounced her incapable and summarily dismissed her. What, because she had taken a moment to admire the newcomer? The accusation stung and left her scowling at him as he retreated back into his noise, clearly unhappy with her attempt to converse. And she’d thought it was going so well! Achg. Well, perhaps she’d have to make a mental note, now, never to ask him about it. Somehow, he must have assumed it was too personal. Easily manipulated or not, he obviously didn’t trust her yet. Or perhaps there had been more to him than she’d imagined? Well, maybe not. Even beasts were given to growling for unfathomable reasons. That didn’t make them liege.<br/><br/>She turned around stiffly, swinging her legs out from under her desk and rising to her feet, making her way calmly towards the taller boy and straightening everything she could think of. From her hair to her clothes, wishing that her wings and tail didn’t hang so limply, making her look so … undernourished.<br/><br/>‘But you are.’ Said a taunting voice in her head. She ruthlessly pushed it away.<br/><br/>Approaching the place where the new young man sat reclined and supposedly trying to doze, she sat gently in the seat next to him. For a moment, she wondered how to break the silence without being awkward, what to say to him. She could try to be witty, or perhaps aggressive. But if she came on too strong, the boy might become irritated that she had interrupted him with such… presumption? She could try to be coy, but if she approached him that way, she could well lose his attention to those like Oriana and her ilk long before she had a chance to make a lasting impression. She might have been keen to use the girl’s reputation, but she wasn’t about to be usurped by her. Or share, for that matter.<br/><br/>Finally, she decided to stay neutral. If he decided he wanted to take the lead, she would let him. After all, the entire point was to put him at his ease so she could find a way in. It’s what a skilled predator had to learn to do, in the end. Having come to a decision, she took one last long, hungry look at him, drinking in every nuance of his form. Oh, how she wanted to put pretty little tears in that uniform of his.<br/><br/>Her mother would have been appalled at the idea.<br/><br/>“Hello.” She said quietly, hoping that the sound would be enough to make him realize not only her proximity but her interest in at least conversation. “I’m Mikah. Who might you be?”