--- rain day ★ [o]

Tsurinai Naito was one of the various students using the school dorms as a lounging area during the rainy day. He took such an occurrence as an opportunity to read his book he had been neglecting for the past week. When he had obtained his Persona, he had abruptly learned that the finer things in normal life became few and far between. Reading was simply one of the hobbies he had placed in the back burner and replaced the hobby with forays within Limbo. On rare days like this, where he could come up with a ridiculous excuse not to go out and train, he found himself at his happiest moments. Though even when happy, Naito gave his usual indifferent expression. With a simple flip of a page, the silver haired student would be sitting in a comfortable leather chair on the second floor. With one leg folded over the other, a hand propped on the arm rest of the chair, and the other holding his book; Naito found himself in one of the most comfortable and relaxing areas of the door. He didn't particularly mind the other students playing chess and doing their own redundant things, as long as they didn't disturb him. After all, this royal prince needed time alone even when surrounded by his subjects.

Everything was going swimmingly until a loud noise compared to a dog barking in your ear, cause the silver haired perfectionist to flinch in his seat. His deathly grey eyes would narrow, as they shifted to their corners towards the origin of the noise. Apparently it was coming from downstairs? It was either a radio someone left on, or turned too loud; or an actual person causing the annoyance. At first Tsurinai was going to wait out the noise, but apparently it had no intention of ending anytime soon. So with a flick of the wrist, the second year student would close his book and stand up from his chair with pure grace. Folding the book beneath his left arm, he'd make a confident stride towards the staircase without taking a glance at any of his fellow students. Slowly he'd make his descension towards the source of the racket, and he'd see a student he hadn't know personally, but knew about simply from reputation. With a calm exterior, Naito would fold his arms over his chest and stare down the fellow student from the staircase. "How shameless... Having such a good time with no regard for your fellow students?" Naito spoke with a even tone, though half expected the student not to hear him because of the loud music. So to get his message heard, Naito would raise his book up over the staircase and drop it down on a table below. Once landing, it'd make a large "SMACK" noise. His gaze remained on the main cause of the noise.

"Explain yourself. Do you always think of yourself, and not the others around you? Some of us don't wish to hear such ringing in our ears. If you're attempting to kill us with it, just put a knife through our throats and save use the pain of listening to your singing voice." Naito's words were condescending, as he spoke like he was a class above his fellow student. In actuality, he was only a second year, so technically the young man before him was his senpai. If Tsurinai didn't live on a pedestal of power, he would have probably noticed this. However, he simply kept a stern glare towards the other, while housing a calm expression upon his face. He had noticed how the other students seemed cautious of the young man, and became quite interested on why. Perhaps from his massive size or skill? That was a good estimation.

Naito's left eye seemed to twitch as his "senpai" missed everything he said. Trying to keep his usual calm expression, the silver haired boy would cross his arms and narrow his eyes. "Your music. It is too loud." This time he kept his words short, as he slowly began to come down the stairs step by step. Though this classmate before him seemed to have the rest of the dorm on their toes, Tsurinai had a reputation himself. Though in comparison, it paled to one who was a class above his own. Naito had a certain respect for power, but an even stronger respect for those who used it correctly. In his case, used it to help full-fill his own wishes. No matter, the silver haired student would stop his advance at the foot of the stairs. "I don't believe we've met. Actually, I am quite sure we haven't met." His words were proper, showcasing just how highly he held himself. "I am Naito. Tsurinai Naito. A second year of Kizuna Academy.. Introduce yourself." The last phrase seemed more like a demand, than an request. This student who suffered from such a superiority complex was trying to change his ways, but apparently there was still some left in him.

Walking over to the table where he dropped his book, Naito would grab it with a nonchalant grip before turning back to his fellow student. It was strange seeing the dorm so crowded, but telling from the weather they had no choice. Most of the time people were out and about, so Naito had the place to himself. There were only a few things he left the dorm for, and it was for Kendo practice, Limbo excursions, school, or meetings with other Persona-Users. Not exactly the good life, but it was something wasn't it?

"Tch..Disrespectful..Low life.." Tsurinai spoke to himself as he closed his eyes with a calm expression and kept his arms crossed over his chest. He wouldn't let the commoners knock him off his pedestal. He was above such a thing, after all. Keeping his cool demeanor, he would shift his head to the side and give the smart one, a narrowed eyed glare. "You seem to have quite a mouth on you. How shameless of someone who is supposed to be a shining example to his underclassmen. Are all the third years this low? Hmph! I wouldn't be surprised!" His tone was once again condescending, as if he was awaiting a reaction out of his senpai. Naito wasn't always the type to play devil's advocate, but when he did it was surely a spectacle. Now Tsurinai was no fool when it came to the student before him. Obviously without the use of his Persona or soul bound weapon, this "Nunya" could throw him around without worry. Naito had no intentions of using his power outside of Limbo for such a situation, so if things went to such a level, so be it. "Will you continue to be at odds with me with answers brimming with sarcasm, or will you finally introduce yourself like a model human being? I'm sure you nor I wish to waste time on small talk and pointless banter." The boy's words were blunt and to the point, as his calm face showed no resentment.

Naito stood his ground with the aura of superiority warped around him. He didn't smile, nor chuckle at the young man's words. "I'm well aware what humor means. You're simply not humorous." Basically it was sarcasm versus snips, and it seemed neither side had any attention of backing down to the other. When the other finally introduced himself, and spoke of an autograph, Naito gave a cocky smirk and shifted his eyes to their corners. "An autograph? Why would I wish for such a worthless thing?" The silver haired student gave a slight laugh under his breath before looking back towards the large student. "Either way, now to the point of this conversation. That.. whatever.. you're listening to was too loud. And your singing didn't help the matter either. I've never even heard such music before this day. Could you even call it real music?" Naito pinched his chin between his index finger in thumb while closing his eyes in thought. "Didn't they try to follow up a line that was previously "my mother fuckin' problem" with another line saying the same thing? What nonsense. Music isn't about yelling into a microphone saying the first thing that comes to mind. It's about elegance and class that can uplift the masses without the need for words." Naito shook his head and gave a shrug. "Such a strange generation of music.."

Naito was caught off guard from his seniors response, and took a half step back with a wincing eye. "Something about this guy, I just can't read... Tch." The silver haired student thought to himself before reclaiming his posture and brushing his left shoulder. When the boy stood up, Naito crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. He finally noticed how much smaller he was in comparison, and it made a slight smirk come across his pale face. "America, huh? I figured they were shameless, but not that low on the hierarchy when it came to music. It'd be okay if this.. singer..? Well if this whatever was infront of a mic on comedy night. But making an album and distributing it out to the already easily influenced youth. Tch, he's making a mockery of the industry! Idiocy breeds more idiocy." The stick in the mud second year would tilt his head up and look to the side in a defiant manner. "And once again, my sense of humour is fine. I'll prove it. Why is six afraid of seven?" Naito gave a slight pause before giving a crooked grin and exploding. "MUAHAAH! HAHAHAH!" He didn't even tell the answer to the joke... Wiping a finger on his nose with a "I'm the best" smug smile, Naito would close his eyes. "Do you see now? Do you see how superior Tsurinai Naito truly is? My sense of humour is only the tip of the ice berg. The symphonies I listen to would knock you off your feet. Why should I tell you their creators when you wouldn't understand the work of art to begin with? Muah! hahah!" He may have been a stick in the mud, but it didn't seem to stop his condescending nature.

Naito almost gave a gag reaction to Cole's nasty display of digging in his ears and flicking the contents to the side. Did he really have no care for personal appearance amongst his peers? How shameless! Even though this senior was looking to school the second year, the silver haired student would close his eyes and twitch his brows. "I never said that program was humorous. It's almost as shameless as you, if you want me to be blunt." Naito spoke with his condescending tone once again, before raising his book to his chest and turning towards the stairway. The guy then spoke about hunger and asked Naito if he was aswell. Of course the petite prince would turn back to the male as he made his way towards the staircase. "Barbados Cole, I am not hungry. Infact, I'm going to go continuing reading. I thank you for keeping your voice down now." It would appear Naito wasn't wishing to get closer to the fellow student anymore than he had already. Atleast, not at the current time. "Just keep it down. I'll most likely see you another time." And with that said, Naito ascended the stairs without looking back once.

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