"You've Got...Inhuman Charm" {PRIVATE}

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    Luckily neither got picked out by the teacher. The class became quiet as students hushed and the teacher went to grab a book and stood to the left of the board. He gave a glance around, taking quick attendance right as the bell rang before starting the class. (Time skip or go on with the class?)

    At the end of class people quickly moved out. Only three still remained in the classroom which was him, Cain and Silvia who was asleep at her desk. Seemingly unaware the class was over while a pencil fell off the desk after her wing moved slightly pushing it off. Despite having slept the entire class the paper on her desk was filled, it was hard to say at what point she had done the work. She shifted and soon fell out of her seat, blocking the way to walk by and go out.

    "Um, you dropped this."


    Dylan had been getting ready to leave and pursue his plan. With the backpack on his shoulder, he had made his way to the classroom door. That is, till he heard a pencil fall. So, he turned right around, picked it up, and held it out to Silvia. Although hewasn't sure if she would respond nicely. He heard tell that angels weren't appreciative of folks with Infernal blood...

    Silvia sat up and rubbed at her eyes, waking up in reaction to the sound of a voice directed at her. Her eyes gave a small look around as she recalled where she was before looking at him and noticed the pencil his hand.She reached out and took the pencil from him, her movement rather slow and gentle. "Ah, thank you" Her voice was barely above a whisper and very soft. She stood up as she put the pencil away. She then looked to him curiously a moment, though soft red eyes never changing from a almost blank tired look. She didn't move rather just stood there staring.

    Dylan tilted his head a bit, wondering why she was staring. "No problem." he assured Silvia. Even if she didn't like what he was, he still would've picked up the pencil. Maybe something went wrong with his half-demon brain wiring? Whatever it was, it produced a rather kind-hearted demonic spawn.

    She continued to stare. It was rather interesting to see that of a demon hybrid, a kind one at that. Not that she would have any different attitude even if he were the devil himself."What is your name?" She asked and looked him in the eye, still being rather quiet.

    "It's Dylan. Dylan Weiss." Now Silvia was looking directly into his eyes. And it made the blonde shift uneasily on his feet. Normally, girls looking at him didn't bring about anxiety. But those girls hadn't been angels from Heaven. Literally. He played with his sleeve, "And you're...Silvia?"

    She gave a small nod, the name being correct.She noticed he seem anxious by her attention on him. "I may be an angel, but I don't discriminate against races" she told him before stepping to the side. Having made more of a guess as to why he seemed so uneasy.

    On one hand...She read his thoughts?! On the other: Why was he surprised? She was an angel. Angels had super divine powers. And, to be honest, it was nice to know she didn't judge him by blood. Dylan snapped back to reality and left the classroom. He sought out any member of the Drama club, to see if they needed help, a favor, or anything along those lines.

    The drama club was rather busy since they had a play coming up. Members rushed up and down the halls, Flair being one of them. Though instead of gathering things or setting up the stage. She was spreading flyers everywhere while at the same time tying to scare some people. She even tapped flyers to peoples backs and managed to get them into lockers and the ceiling.

    Ah, right on time! Dylan managed to find Flair...But not before getting a poster pinned to the front of his shirt. Although it didn't seem like he noticed or cared about that. He kept on following Flair, calling after her, "Hey!"

    Flair paused in her step, turning around to face him. She wore her mask and was holding onto a stack of flyers. "Yes! What is it?" She asked curiously with a tilt of her head as she walked over and stuck a flyer to his head. Making the action seem normal as she continued putting more on him as they spoke.

    Again, Dylan didn't look to be fazed by the poster. Maybe he blinked a little, but that was about it. He just kept talking. Like he wasn't being used as a human bulletin board. "I was *kind of* wondering if you guys needed any help." While he talked, the poster on his face moved up and down slightly.

    (Xd It is really funny to imagine lol)


    "Mmmmhm??" She continued to stick them before taking a step back to admire her work. She then placed a poster on a passing student without even looking. "Well it is really busy right now...Perhaps you could help with the set up. Were a bit short staffed for that." She told him, though wondered why he was interested in helping. Surely he had to have some other motive of sorts. Perhaps she would observe him and see what that was, funner to do that even if it could possibly be something harmful to the club.

    "Alright, I could do that. Heavy lifting's my middle name!"


    And with that, Dylan continued on his journey. Walking to the auditorium while almost completely covered in posters. On his way, he passed plenty of students who likely got a good look at him. And would later share the story with their friends. The rest of the club got quite the surprise when he waltzed in, cheerfully waving.