Wait! What? Remedial Class? [Felix]

Felix groaned, his head tilting as far back as it would go as he let out a low rumbling sound, his mouth agape as the cacophony of annoying sound filled the semi-quiet classroom. He was currently taking a make up course for Art, which he had somehow managed to fail. It was unbelievable, even one of the dumbest kids in school passed the class . . . and here he was making up for the credit. He sighed, silently blaming Leon.

He currently had a large amount of absences due to an influx of gang fights, or just people that wanted to try his hands for a spin on their face. Even then he could have passed, but the teacher seemed loathe to accept his art under any circumstance, it didn't matter what he did. It didn't help that he was constantly joking around in class, taking the pictures to an . . . 'exaggerated' level, then unloading a random spiel of how it was a 'visual commentary of a young man living in an oppressive society.', even when his spiel actually made a fair amount of sense -- no credit. Felix let out a long sigh, their assignment was to draw flowers; couldn't get more boring. Felix started off with a black and white portrait, making a basic daisy.

He would have left it at that, but got more and more invested in the piece, giving the flower a face, and drawing on a malicious grin. Felix realized he was smiling; proud of his work. Sneaking a glance at the teacher he looked around at the other kids' drawings, the kid closest to him seemed to be pretty into it as well . . . at least that's what he thought before looking at the actual painting, which was a canvas with layers upon layers of black paint, the kid showed no sign of stopping even after the entire canvas had been painted black. Felix silently noted that the boy was smiling through the whole process, which freaked him out slightly, but wouldn't deter him from socializing.

Leaning in he grinned, placing a 'sophisticated' hand on his chin as he 'studied' the piece in detail. "Ah, you've really captured that flower absolutely PERFECT, couldn't have done it better mysel- . . . actually I did do it better myself but that's not the point! You sir are a savant, of the art world, you should publish this." Felix scooted his stool over, a rather friendly distance from his poor victim; he had a hint of laughter in his voice as he spoke. "I can imagine the title already . . . Flower. Man those artsy bastards would eat this shit up. Oh bee-tee-double you names Felix, and my friend, I am a fan." 

Felix was a little put off by how genuine the guy was acting. Displaying not even a hint of sarcasm in his smile, after being complimented. Felix however was pretty used to dealing with people that were a little different. Sneaking a quick peek back at the all black painting.

Just as his eyes returned to Matt, he caught a swipe of paint just across the bridge of his nose. He only blinked in response for a second, his brow slightly furrowed before his expression lightened, flashing another smile Matt's way. "Sadly genetics beat you to it already.", he raised his forearm as he spoke jokingly, pointing a finger to the skin on his arm before Matt took out his keychain.

At his odd line of questioning, Felix simply raised an amused eyebrow, the kid had to be playing a really elaborate joke, and Felix wasn't one to turn a good joke down. Following Matt's gaze as he looked over to the teacher, Felix flashed the man a smile before turning back to Matt. He'd play his game. "Ritual? Sure. Now whose blood are we using?"

"Mine? Ha, classic." Felix smiled at first before recoiling slightly as Matt attacked him. Moving his head casually to the left, grabbing hold of the scissors and pulling them easily from Matt's grasp. In light of recent events, Felix was having issues controlling his temper, and for a moment considered taking the scissors and jamming them into the kid's damned face.

He felt the energy of his Qi prickling on the surface of his skin, making the hairs on his arms and neck stand up. But he did none of that. setting the scissors in his pocket and shaking his head, as he chuckled in disbelief. "Stabbing at your new friends, absolutely perfect." As Matt brought out another pair of scissors and cut himself with them, he winced at the sight, but decided to keep playing along. Though things were starting to get weirder than he could have imagined.

He tossed his head around a bit, thinking of the possible implications of each color. Finally saying, 'Fuck it.' and coming to a decision. "Can't go wrong with a solid red. What exactly are we painting?" He took a moment before quickly adding. "And don't say me!", holding a precautionary finger at the boy. 

Felix blinked slowly in response to 'Matt' drinking his own blood,  It strangely wasn't that weird, having drank his own blood before. Though how happy the boy seemed to be about it was slightly off putting, on top of offering him a taste. "I'm good man, had my own blood breakfast this morning, man it was great! We should uh share blood drinking tips or something." Felix cocked his head at the boys words, smiling slightly as a thought came to him. 'Looks like even the kid thinks I'm funny, looks like that's something that'll never change.', "Er -- thanks I guess."

And then 'Matt' jumped at him again, Felix grabbed his hand as it reached hair distance, letting him grab his a piece of his hair with a sigh, before letting him go. "Y'know you didn't have to butter me up with a compliment to snag a piece of hair, you could try asking." As of now Felix felt he had seen it all and was used to the kid's antics. He felt like a baby sitter dealing with him, but then again he had nothing better to do.

When the teacher stepped in Felix stood up, instinctively putting a hand on the mans shoulder. "Hey hey hey, let's not get touchy, I got him handled alright?" He flashed a convincing smile, raising one eyebrow while jerking his head in Matt's direction. "Don't gotta get your hands dirty okay? I got him. Unless there's a problem?" At his question Felix would squeeze the man's shoulder displaying his strength to convince him that interfering was a bad idea. He shot a glance at 'Matt' while he rambled on, the kid needed serious help.

Felix blushed at Matt's observation. "W-Well I mean I do work out . . . hey w-wait what're you DOING!" Felix roared in response to being attacked, shoving the teacher aside in the meanwhile. Grabbing the kid by the throat and tossing him lightly backwards. Felix didn't want to hurt him, but the boy was making it harder and harder by the second. Felix watched the kick come almost as if in slow motion, wrapping his arm around boys leg and holding it with his right arm. His intent was to restrain the kid before he actually had to fight back.

It seemed a switch had been flipped in the kids head and he snapped, lashing out at anyone, in this case it 'anyone' was Felix. "Come on talk to me bud, we were having such a pleasant conversation earlier. Tell me what's bothering you." Felix tried to charm him, speaking calmly and clearly, hoping the boy would see reason. 

"Pain hurts stupid. Simple as that." Felix made a conscious effort not to wince, letting the kid know he wasn't getting free no matter how much he tried to hurt Felix. He sighed, unsure of what to do. Holding on to him seemed to be the safer option, but letting him go seemed like the nicer one. If Felix could he would walk the kid up to the damn mental hospital and get him the help he needed, but he knew that wouldn't happen.

So instead he eyed the boy warily. "I never tried to hurt you. If I did it was your fault ya' crazy bastard. What would make me happy is if you sat your ass down told me why you're acting like a nutcase." He gave a hard stare before his gaze softened. He couldn't be mad at the kid, for all intents and purposes Felix pitied him. He could only imagine how the boy got sent to this school instead of getting the actual help he needed. Looks like it was Felix's job now. "If I let you go, will you behave?" 

Felix had no idea how to react to the first outburst. It revealed a lot of information that made the current situation make a bit more sense. But then the kid calmed down, and went on to confuse Felix profoundly. He let out a purposely drawn breath, as he continued to maintain his grip on the boy. He was trying to be understanding, but it was hard when you could barely understand normal day to day interactions, let alone a psychological puzzle like the person in front of him.

The sincerity of the boy in front of him did nothing to help his inherent pity for him. He really wanted to understand. "Just . . . start from the beginning what is this curse? And am I asleep?" That was only the tip of the iceburg of the questions he really wanted to ask. But they would probably come across as too personal, so he said none of them. Instead trying his utmost to keep his calm demeanor. "I'm going to let you go now. Don't try to eat me or whatever it is you do without telling me okay?" Felix slowly released his grip, putting two steady hands on either one of the kids' shoulders before taking a preemptive step back.