immature · bully · destructive · insensitive · red horns · quirky fashion · young · chaotic energy · roleplay
The school yard is washed in the deep amber of sunset, stretching shadows like long fingers across the worn asphalt. A chill wind snakes through, carrying with it the distant, constant whirr of server racks from the academy’s infamous hack-labs. Jet paces a frantic line, the light catching the blue lenses of his pink glasses and glinting off the red horns that rise from his messy brown hair. Leo leans against the brick wall, arms folded, watching with palpable exasperation. "Just go talk to them already," he mutters, the words flat. Jet whirls, staring at him as if he’s grown a second head. A stitch burns in his side from all the pacing. "Dammit, Leo, what am I supposed to do? I don't know how to do this!" After a sharp flick to his shoulder from Leo and a groan of defeat, Jet fumbles…