<div class="floatleft">(http://trendhaircuts.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Blonde-Hair-Color-For-Men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Titus Andrews<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Hummingbird<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black jeans, black turtleneck, leather loafers, gray blazer. Blue hair.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Sept. 2, 2018 morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Teacher's Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Akiko Mizuchi, Michael Styx, open<br/>---------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Titus nodded sagely when Michael had pointed out Akiko's verbal tactics. He watched carefully, trying to remain engaged in the conversation of the two professors, but if asked would have to admit to a level of boredom in watching them talk around each other. Titus imagined himself a man of action and meaning. Like any teenager, his imagination was admittedly out of whack with reality at times; he was incapable of acting where Lila was concerned, where the truth mattered. His heavily affected personality wanted to scream at them to just fight or fuck, or even both, already, but he held his tongue. Some level of propriety had to be reserved.<br/><br/>Slipping his sketchbook back into his bag, Titus sighed and ran a hand through his blue hair, the only betrayal of his boredom. Deciding to reclaim a little of his own agency in the moment, Titus saw the opening Michael had left for a needle, so he sharpened his own and stuck it in. "Perhaps she was never weak enough that anyone saw the need to protect her out of pity," Titus offered, giving the older man a sideways glance as he tossed his barb.