Room 608: Derek T. and Virgil V.

[Mykel Rahs]

A small sniffle accompanied Mykel's nod, and he pulled away, hands still lightly gripping Vergil's arms. "We have to move on." He agreed, tear-tracks streaking his face. "May I attempt to prove myself to your protector?" He asked softly, referring to the guardian who had picked him up.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil stayed stock still in Mykel's grip and winced inwardly when he was reminded of the incident subtly but pushed passed it to look to Der Beschütze. He wriggled out of Mykel's hands to wipe at his face with his sleeves and shake his head, "Der Beschütze ess noht.. ahn ahprochabhul voman..."

[Mykel Rahs]

"There is always the other protector." He motioned lightly to the card case, swiping at his wet face, darkening the red sleeve of his hoodie.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil stopped dabbing at his face when Mykel went to do it himself, putting his hands in his lap. Der Beschütze stood from the bed and tapped the foot of her halberd on the floor, asking in the rush of whispers that flooded his core if her job was done. He stood as well and nodded, resealing Der Beschütze in slashing bands of bronze and gold. She was tucked back into the case and he gently prodded Flug to see if she'd like to come out. A quiet hum let him know she had no desire to see or confront Mykel at all. She was disappointed.
"Flug dohs noht.." Vergil just shook his head.

He looked out of the window and saw for once it was sunny outside, a difference for the cloudy days that had been rolling by. Out of desire, he turned to ask Mykel, "Vould yu lyke tu goh valk..?"

[Mykel Rahs]

"I would." He said softly, standing and slipping out of the room."

[Vergil von Wulf]

He went to his room and shut that door behind himself as well, the soft sound resounding only shortly after Artemis' door's. Of course, he wasn't tired at all, but there was nothing to do but curl up inside of his warm bed unless he felt up to going out for a flight- he didn't. Not now at least. Vergil fell into a light sleep under his bed covers more out of inevitable boredom than tiredness.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil hung his new uniform and stared at it for a moment before he went to retrieve his sketchbook and a pencil. Today was a very good day so far. He had walked with Toshie, gotten an after school job, classes were tomorrow and he was excited, and his parents were slowly relaxing- meaning he wasn't getting a text every half an hour from his mother asking if he was okay.
Needing to go outside yet again to enjoy the warm weather, he unlocked Flug and borrowed her wings, the hair and eyes sticking yet again, as he took off through the hall, down the stairs, and towards the grounds.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil had to stop on the bathroom on their floor to heave an empty stomach, going back to his room to get his toothbrush and go brush his teeth. He came back, minty mouthed, to lay down on his bed and curl up into himself feeling a light layer of cold sweat accumulate slowly. What the hell did he eat that made him get all sickly?

[Mykel Rahs]

Mykel knocked lightly on Vergil's door. "Wings, buddy, you alright? Haven't seen you all day."

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil turned on his bed and made his way from the slightly comfortable spot to answer the door and lean against the frame, "Ja, vhat ess uhp?" His hair was still tied at the nape of his neck with the tie, bangs the only loose locks.

[Mykel Rahs]

"Wings.... dude, you look sick...." A few sparks danced over Vergil's skin at Mykel's command. "Don't worry, the sparks won't hurt you."

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil flinched but trusted Mykel's words, often having seen the sparks playfully dance about his brother figure at his will. He crossed his arms after he motioned him in and went to curl back up in his bed.

[Mykel Rahs]

"I'd say food poisoning or something." Mykel said softly, sitting near Vergil and lightly stroking his "brother's" back.

[Vergil von Wulf]

"Mmn..." Vergil made a sound to let Mykel know he heard him, rolling to curl up on his other side and face him. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the hand, it was soothing, he just wanted to look at him, "I du noht kno vhat ett could be buht theengs lyke thess goh avay."

[Derek Tamin]

Entering the room Derek looked around, one bed was empty, and seemed rarely used. He looked curiously at the pair of boys on the other bed. He looked over and saw a body in the fetal position.

Hesitant, Derek asked, "Is everything okay?"