#deaflinquent

Welcome to Sheol, sweetheart!

You’ve been granted Axel Claw and War Cry now that you’ll live as a demi-fiend...! Hope they will be of help in your life in Tsedah! May you be safe under Seraph’s wings and good luck.

deaflinquent

It had been a long tiring day. While Levi didn’t usually mind staying late in the fashion studios, he wasn’t particularly fond of the walk across campus in the dark. While the campus was usually a safe place, and while Levi had never heard of any attacks or anti social behaviour, there was a part of him that worried as he crossed the car park with nothing but a messenger back filled with various materials to protect him. It didn’t help that at such a short height, Levi would easily be mistaken for an easy target with his slightly feminine height and build. However if that situation was ever to crop up, he knew that he’d be able to defend himself one way or another. That didn't help the small amount of worry that pooled in his stomach every night he walked back alone.  It didn't take long before Levi found himself at the accommodation complex. He was always slightly curious as to why the university had set accommodation blocks for each gender, but he supposed it must have been a good reason. As he scanned his card key to get into the foyer of the building, he felt himself being blinded slightly by the change in light. The lights were always too florescent and would leave Levi temporarily blinded for a moment as he entered the complex. At least, that was his excuse when he felt himself collide into another human being. Although the person who he bumped into wasn't much taller than himself, two inches give or take, Levi felt himself being annoyed. Everyone in this goddamn building was taller than him. Sighing loudly, he confronted the man before him.  "What do you think you're doing standing in the middle of a corridor like that? Can't you see you're in the way?"

"There look, that is so much better than before" The ginger smiled, pointing to where Nic had drawn yet another repeat of the same letter. The small desk of her dorm had been cleared, with huge pieces of paper spread out across it. She had written an A, B and C at the top, 5 times larger than one would normally write, and had made the older boy re-write them over and over until they stood straight, stayed in the lines, wanting his hand to get used to the shape before scaling it down.

She knew the other was self conscious about his handwriting, and she had promised she'd help, so for the third night in a row they'd met in her room to practice, and she was already seeing huge improvements in his words.