#hedonistic-commander

"What is that?"

;;hedonistic-commander Jean was mumbling a long chain of profanities under his breath, most of the phrases a jumble of words he didn't even know the meaning of. He'd probably just picked them up from the club or somewhere or other -- more than likely from the people he called his 'friends'. Either way, the two-toned blonde was in a pretty foul mood, not wanting to come to school today... or ever, for that fact. He'd been kicked out of his old school for bunking too many classes, and misbehaving in the ones he did take. He'd endlessly annoy teacher and swear at students -- it was a surprise he hadn't been kicked out sooner, to be honest. His parents had been fuming when they'd found out, giving him a lecture about his future and about how he had to get good grades if he wanted to be anything big in life... Jean, on the other hand, had no worries what-so-ever; he already was what he wanted to be, and quite frankly, he loved every minute of his secret night-time occupation. Student by day, stripper by night, Jean loved the adrenaline he received from keeping this little secret just that; a secret. He enjoyed the attention he got for his body, the way people ogled at his abs, his hair -- his everything. He wasn't doing it because his family had no money, he was doing it for the sheer fact that he loved to. It's how he wanted to spend his life, and certainly no-one was going to stop him. He'd made his way up from small clubs to one of the most well-known amongst the gangs. He had a few regulars too. As far as Jean knew, most of them gang-leaders and drug-lords, though there was the odd corrupt business-men amongst them. Most people would be ashamed to work amongst thugs, but Jean loved every second of it -- he would never trade his life to anyone, not even for a million dollars. His school, however, and his parents too, didn't seem to think the same way he did -- apparently his grades mattered, apparently he had to attend his lessons. Ha. Bullshit. Yet knowing he'd probably not win the argument with them, he'd decided to check out this new school anyway, see if he'd make any friends that were more... his age. Wrinkling his nose at the mere thought of it, Jean finally stopped outside the room that was apparently his classroom, not even bothering to knock on the door, pushing it open as he strolled inside, chucking the gum that was in his mouth in the bin. "Sorry 'm late, professor." he grunted, not even sparing the teacher a glance. Mr. Smith wasn't it? Something like that, Jean wasn't terribly interested in names.

"I knew this was a good choice."

littleblondreader

"There is no way I'm leaving you alone when you are this sick." Eren stated, a slight sigh escaping the brunet's mouth before sitting down and placing a hand on the others forehead.