<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/>Phenex nodded silently as Mikah defended the Winged Bouncy Ball that had nearly accosted him earlier. He had to at least confess, to himself at least, that none of the succubi present had shown the same behaviors or attributes as those that had mocked and humiliated him. Perhaps the succubi here were going to be different? Or perhaps it was just that the families he was surrounded by were rather old-fashioned? He wasn't sure, he never really learned much about the other families. Hell, he might even know more about humans than his own kind at this point.<br/><br/>"I prefer to…. Feed… on my own." His eyes looked up at this response, largely to see if he could grasp what, specifically, she was talking about. His bones rang hollow once more, gulping as the intense look in her eyes gave her the impression of a lioness, the rattle of her wings the stature of a cobra preparing to strike. His fingers fumbled with his earbuds more, watching her movements with an attentive curiosity. Or perhaps a growing yearning would be more accurate, his bones ringing louder and louder in his own ears. His tail swayed and bobbed in the air like waves of the ocean.<br/><br/>"And I have to say, a brief meeting in the hallways is hardly enough to make me want to share a meal. Sometimes, solitude can be nice, if you’ve something that… really<em>presses</em>your passions. It can be entirely<em>fulfilling</em>to pursue it."<br/><br/>Phenex chewed on his inner lip, nodding his head in small, light bobs, following along. The ringing in his ears was almost painful now, making it hard for him to think.<em>I'm hungry!</em>his body exclaimed.<em>Grab her hair, pull her close, begin to feed!</em>He gulped again, coiling his tail tightly around the leg of his chair, trying to calm those thoughts, lest they add another "bone" to the collection.<br/><br/>"I um," he stammered, his gaze turning back towards his ear buds. "I prefer solitude for... for eating," he said, uncertain what he even meant. He certainly wasn't saying it like a double entendre, but right now he couldn't think right. Just saying anything at all was taking a surprising amount of concentration. The leg of his chair creaked slightly as his tail's grip tightened upon it. "Or I'm used to it, at least..." His fingers weren't even twiddling with the ear buds. They looked as if he were eager to knot them together, rubbing them and his fingers in front of him, allowing his gaze to focus on something other than the temptation she represented.<br/><br/>"What<strong>is</strong>that?" It was enough to get him to look up, and with the sultry, suggestive expressions and postures gone, the ringing throughout his body dulled some. Only some, however. He looked down to his earbuds, the object of her current attention, and felt a new feeling arise from the pit of his stomach. A fluttering excitement, much like the first time he had ever heard this kind of music. He was nervous, afraid of judgment, but at the same time so eager to share. Finally! Someone to discuss his passion with. A slight smile curled at his lips.<br/><br/>"Well, it's-"<br/><br/>He jumped as the door behind him suddenly opened, his tail lashing free of the leg chair, almost smacking at the floor as it straightened and stood upright in alarm. His face blushed a bright red, though he wasn't absolutely certain why. He only dared dart a glance to the other young incubus that entered the room, taking another seat in the back row, across the way from where Phenex and Mikah were sitting. Phenex's eyes stared at his buds, gulping, his face hot with embarrassment. He didn't even know why, either. Because he was going to discuss music? Because he felt like he was caught? Caught doing what? Suddenly the hollow ring within his bones calmed, and the nervous fluttering of excitement in his stomach became a choke hold on his throat.<br/><br/>"Nevermind," he hurriedly said, plopping one earbud back into place. "You wouldn't understand it anyway." He said this more out of a self-conscious sense of self-defense, eager to spare himself from further humiliation, from giving anyone more fuel to the fire that would no doubt be used to light his effigy. Yet the tone in which he said it, one in which he delivered it, suggested something else entirely. As if Mikah were not<em>good enough</em>for it, as if she were somehow<em>beneath</em>it.<br/><br/>True, it was not at all his intention, but, well, Phenex wasn't exactly used to being careful with what or how he said things, and as he closed his eyes, focusing on the music, he shut Mikah out completely.