Jᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 20, 2024
Within the span of three years, a lot has changed about everything, especially the student body. It is lesser, some of them have scars, they have matured into beautifully toned, skilled beings and they've all partnered up into pairs.
Vincent's curious eyes skim over all of them. He isn't awed, because he himself can fight, probably even better, but he nods in satisfaction, watching as they spar. There's a pair in the corner that catches his eyes; a boy with his eyes closed, wincing from the force of being pushed down to the mat on his stomach, while a girl, gripping the back of his neck with one hand and twisting his left foot over her shoulder with the other, sits in his back. Phillipeño taps out harshly, biting back a remark of ignorance which makes Alexa laugh like a sadist.
To say the least, although Alexa is still the same, she has loosened up, speaking up and being more expressive. For the past few days, being around Phillip again, he's still a bit chilly but anyone can tell she's worming her way effortlessly back into his heart.
In Vincent's perspective, they are quite comfortable with the idea of training to be killers. Adjusting his white collar beneath his black blazer, he trudges over. The two stiffen at the same time, getting to their feet with a sense of guard as they face the new comer.
The Guiseppe boy is intrigued. He wants entertainment. He needs to experience this, to see if his intuition is correct; a pair of trainees, so relaxed, in this inescapable fate? They must be at the bottom of the class, right? The clowns of the school. Or, they are that good to not give a fuck.
Vincent is cocky and his arrogance chooses this very moment to peek and also, we'll speak not of his endless stream of energy.
"One of you, fight me." He says, stopping before them.
The whole room is now distracted by this abrupt interaction.
"And, you are?" Phillipeño grunts, lifting his lids to reveal misty, gray eyes
So, that one's blind. . . "A curious guest of Mr. Moskal." . . .how frighteningly amusing.
"Curiosity killed the cat." Alexa states blandly, peering at him through her mop of black hair that now hangs loosely at her waist.
Vincent takes in her appearance, shivering mentally. And, this one's a motherfucking ghost- "Satisfaction brought it back."
"Not in this case, kitty." the pet-name just slips out as she observes the gleam of his rare eyes.
Kitty? A viscous grin spreads across Vincent's face. His hands move along the buttons of his blazer, then his white undershirt, before he shrugs both of them off, revealing a well defined physique. "Are you the one who's going to fight me, sweetheart."
Alexa nimbly takes an elastic band from her wrist and throws her knotted hair into a high ponytail. "Let's." She says simply and, for a second, he lost his breath at the intensity of her miscoloured eyes.
Phillipeño refrained from uttering a word, taking note of the unintentional flirting between this random ass guy and Alexa. He shakes his head, moving out of their way and grumbling to himself.