[Thankfully for his dignity, Sousei hasn't been tossed into the lake. There is an awful lot of yelling going on, some insults about his hair and heritage, which Sousei doesn't particularly care for (or about), but for his part, any elf that tries to grab at him meets the blunt end of a sheathed sword.
But that's...not a face he was expecting to see here. His boots crunch through the snow easily enough, though he isn't wearing his uniform at the moment, but something rather less conspicuous--slacks, a simply long-sleeved shirt, a coat, all vaguely western but as simple as possible.
He's been here awhile.]
Ashiya.
[Yo.
An elf that thinks Sousei might be distracted reaches for his hand and goes face-first into the snow. Sousei is, as ever, not messing around.]
I.
But that's...not a face he was expecting to see here. His boots crunch through the snow easily enough, though he isn't wearing his uniform at the moment, but something rather less conspicuous--slacks, a simply long-sleeved shirt, a coat, all vaguely western but as simple as possible.
He's been here awhile.]
Ashiya.
[Yo.
An elf that thinks Sousei might be distracted reaches for his hand and goes face-first into the snow. Sousei is, as ever, not messing around.]