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“Aside from academy policies…” He mumbled but tried to let the subject go, they were having a reasonably good evening and he did not want to ruin it. “Sounds fair.” Zitao answered and silently hoped Jamie, Yifan or Emilia had not been the ones to kill Aoi’s mother. All seemed very capable of doing just that. “Fair enough, most of them are assholes anyway.” Especially the other Naum.

Aoi snorted quietly when Zitao declared that most of the other alien's were assholes, which made him raise his brows a bit, smirking. "Shouldn't you be on their side, being aliens and all?" he teased. "But either way, it's true. So you should feel honored that you're the one I like, out of all of 'em. That's quite an achievement there, buddy. I don't usually like people even if they're not Naum or Ixtab or whoever, so that you ARE and I like you anyways... Well." He lifted his glass and tilted his head in a cheeky sort of respectful gesture. "Kudos to you, my man. I feel like that deserves a reward.”

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Zitao did not like the subject of hunters, being hunted or hunting if it wasn’t him doing the hunting. Not the best subject to touch upon in the company of the alien who had been hunted since he had been on earth. “Am I not the only alien you can stomach?” Zitao mumbled, grumpy still. He took the other’s advice however and ordered another shot as he still glared at Aoi. “You can’t hunt any of the aliens at the academy though. They are all friends.”

“Don’t worry so much, I am well aware of the Academy’s policy on hunting the resident’s,” Aoi sighed. “And besides that, I already decided not to just kill aliens’ at whim when I find them… I’m only going to get the one’s who killed my mom and did all that shit. That’s it.” Stomaching more aliens just to spend time with or something, however… Even if he’d had a bit of a change of heart, thanks to Zitao, old habits did die hard. “Yeah, you’re still the only alien I can really stomach though,” he confirmed, shrugging. “Not that I’ve given others much of a chance. I have no desire to. One alien friend is more than enough for me.”

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Namjoon supposed there was some real logic to not being able to watch students break things right in front of your eyes. The resultant anger would be much less directional, yes. So that was fair.

Adjusting his backpack so it leaned against the desk leg, Namjoon chuckled because, “Yet. If something happens I’ll try to see if I can fix it before I go running for you. It’s a useful skill, anyway.” One that he wasn’t entirely confident he could pull off, but if there was one thing he was at this damn academy for, it was so he could not suck at things. Preferably. And confidence went a long way toward capability, hypothetically.

He grinned at the technician, rubbing the side of his thumb against his bottom lip. “All due respect, but you already know where I’m sitting, so you’d know either way. Switch or no switch.” He gave a small huff of laughter and stood up, not holding his hand out in concern that it would be presumptive that everyone was okay with physical contact. Instead, he gave another small bow. “But just so you can follow my trail well enough, since I’d deserve it probably, my name’s Kim Namjoon. It’s been nice talking with you.”

Aoi smirked slightly in satisfaction when the kid said he’d at least TRY to fix his own fuck ups, nodding. “That’s all I can ask. If you at least try to figure it out, maybe you’ll be a bit more careful about it next time,” he hummed, gaze scanning the room. He was a grouchy man, but he wasn’t unreasonable!

That computer was the only one he’d been called in to fix, but he knew that there were a certain couple computers in this room that got broken more often than not… He thought that perhaps called for a tune-up, at least try to give the poor computers a fighting chance before the mob of little monsters called students came in. He had a bit of time, it only needed a couple minutes.

That decided he went over and took a seat in front of one of the usual computer victim’s, quickly logging in and getting to work on that one as well. But he was still paying attention to the student he decided he could kind of tolerate, and he dipped his head in his direction after his introduction in greeting. “My name is Aoi. Obviously I’m the one you call if you break your technology shit… School or personal, doesn’t matter to me. If you’re a bit clumsy with technology, maybe I’ll regret telling you my name. It’ll make it easier for you to find me as well…” he teased, grinning slightly.

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I’ve added a tracker to Aoi’s page! One will soon be added to Kai’s as well. ^w^

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DAMMIT AOI STOP

WHY DO YOU THINK WE CAN HANDLE ANOTHER ROUND????

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What a man, y'all, what a man

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Johan rolled her eyes at the entirety of the situation. A noodle shop would be just fine and sure to have some vegetarian options. They ended up in the corner of a mostly empty shop, perhaps thanks to the strange timing they picked to enter. Lunch time was mostly over and the air was growing heavy with mid-afternoon laziness.

The girl was alert.

While looking at the menu, she remained silent. She settled immediately on a simple kimchi and tofu soup with noodles, something like her mother might have made once. After that, her eyes glazed over a bit as her mind raced with questions. The man worked for Insolitus after all, so it was more likely that he wasn’t human. But in that case, just what was he?

Was he dangerous?

A sworn enemy, perhaps?

When the waiter came over she gave her order and asked for hot chocolate as well. She scowled when the man replied that they didn’t have it, and requested hot tea instead, chilled by the early spring and her own overly imaginative thoughts.

After the waiter left, Johan leaned in closer to the man across from her.

“So…what’s your deal exactly?”

God, Aoi was really wondering what he’d gotten himself into right about now. He was getting better about speaking of himself and what his true past was, starting to accept it a little bit more, but… It was still hard for him. He’d been in denial for so long, drowning himself in alcohol any time he’d had to face reality, this whole facing the truth and talking about it thing was pretty new to him. Yet here he was, more or less willingly. He didn’t like it.

At least the distraction of ordering food stalled the conversation a little bit, and he ordered black coffee and their basic pork ramen, less so because he was hungry and more so he could use it later when he was stalling having to talk. Though it seemed that for now he could stall the beginning of this no longer.

“My deal… That’s a very vague question,” Aoi mused, leaning his chair back on its hind legs and drumming his fingers on the arm absently. “Well… I forget, how much exactly have I told you before? I hunt aliens. Specifically the Ixtab, I’m trying to learn not to hate every Naum I meet because they’re usually alright… But I’m also part one, myself. Alien, that is. My mother was human, but turns out I had no human father, only alien DNA for that half of it. I’m not sure yet whether it’s Ixtab or Naum, but I’m going to be figuring that out soon, I hope. What else do you want to know?”

This was one of the first times he was ever admitting any of this out loud, if he was being perfectly honest. He still could barely admit it to himself, he’d been in denial so long; now here he was admitting it to someone else. It was real improvement, in his mind.

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“You would certainly be out a job, and for nothing. Such a lesson would be lost on dense heads. After all, these kids tend to forget any hardship they plummet themselves into. In large part to the fact that if one person does not help, they run crying to another who will almost surely do what the other did not.” The warlock said the words with a bitter distaste that could almost coat his entire mouth. Simpering little fools who would likely end up crushed by the tides real life threw upon them when they were no longer sheltered by the academy’s nursing staff.

It came to the magical fiend that a form of contact should be established were they to act on their blissfully relatable chat. E-mail was a method that took far too long to actually be of sufficient communication means for things that needed to be accomplished in the immediate future, and much worse along that rationale was penning letters. Thus, the warlock let his slender fingers slide into the pocket of his leather jacket, wrapping them around the width of the smooth cold surface of his cell phone.

“As much as it would delight me to simply cut the lifespan of a delinquent child, a non-lethal poison might be useful at some point, don’t you agree?” When he pulled it free of it’s material confine, the warlock offered it to the new acquaintance. A rare feat indeed, to get the warlock to willingly exchange contact information. “Would phone be the best way to get your attention when needing to deal with rotten brats?”

“That’s very true,” Aoi sighed. Of course the teacher was right, it really would be for nothing. At least now his irritation got him money, a comfortable and relatively secure place to sleep, and access to all the research materials he had ever wanted or needed at this point. He supposed it was a fair trade, and it made the irritation a little bit more worth it as well…

Most of the time, anyways.

“Non-lethal poisoning sounds satisfactory, a nice balance,” he said with an easy grin, taking the phone that was offered to him and quickly typing in his information. “And by phone is the easiest way to get in contact with me, yes. Please feel free to get in touch any time, being around someone who understands my frustrations is quite refreshing, I have to say.” He handed the phone back after using the teacher’s phone to send a message to his own, getting his contact information in return. “I’m Aoi, by the way. I believe I’d yet to introduce myself.”

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Namjoon felt like he’d been caught red-handed and called out before he’d even done anything. Jesus. “Maybe you should open your own class for computer repairs or something.” Frankly, he’d take it if there was one, though he had first-hand experience of trying to repair broken things and making them steadily worse, so maybe not. There was a whole spectrum of disaster that labeling something prematurely as “broken” failed to explore.

Then again, if he wasn’t trying to get better and take risks, he wouldn’t be taking this class in the first place. “I feel like me joining this class will quite literally double your visits. I apologize in advance.” He bowed slightly to match the apology and his smile came out more like a wince.

“Oh God-me teaching a class? That sounds like an absolute nightmare,” Aoi sighed, shaking his head. “I would end up arrested because I’d kill someone. I’m already tempted on a regular basis… Nope, best to just keep bitching about it from the sidelines, I think. Irritating, but a lot less potential for bodily harm to idiots.”

He waved off the student’s apology, smirking slightly despite the griping he’d just been doing. “It’s whatever, I’m used to it. At least you have the decency to apologize for doing stupid stuff, that’s a good start. It makes it a little less painful for me to fix things broken of stupidity when someone apologizes. I mean, you haven’t done anything stupid yet, but…” He shrugged. “You know what I mean.”

He paused a moment, typing a couple last things before he restarted the computer, watching as it rebooted quickly and without any issues. “All better,” he hummed, pushing his chair back and standing. “You can use this one, if you’d like. It’s nice and fresh now, so it shouldn’t be slow. Just know that I’ll know who did it if I get called back to fix it again, so if you’re willing to take that risk…” His voice trailed and he grinned.

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Random headcanon factoid: Japanese is Aoi’s native language, and English he’s fluent in. He’s pretty fluent in Korean at this point, but it is the language he still has to think about the hardest, so if he’s speaking to your character and knows that they know either English or Japanese he may occasionally randomly switch to one of those if he’s having a hard time saying it in Korean, depending on what your character knows!

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“Drop out-you’re a student?” Aoi asked, glancing over at the other man in surprise. “That’s weird, you seem a lot less annoying than the majority of the student body at this school. A bit more sensible too. What a pleasant surprise,” he snorted, smirking slightly.

“I don’t blame you, though. When I was still in school they could hardly keep me in the place, I hated it. It was boring as fuck and it was also irritating to be surrounded by little idiots who thought I was crazy.” He’d ended up actually dropping out and just finishing up getting the degree on his own; it had been a lot more agreeable to him, and quicker too. “Though I have to say, if I’d been someplace like Insolitus I might not have hated it so much… There’s a lot of idiots, yeah, but there’s also a lot of cool shit here. You can learn a lot, and stuff more useful than the bullshit they teach you in normal schools. So you just gotta put a bit of effort into finding the shit that’s worth your time, then you’ll be more content, I think.”

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taking the lighter back once the other had lit their own cigarette, he slid it back into the pocket of his black jeans. while not keen on the man deciding to take his own rest against the same building, yugyeom decided to let it slide: there was no need to waste more energy on being bitter, not when this one seemed half decent, especially once he opened his mouth – and he could not agree more.

‘yeah,’ he breathed out his reply with another cloud of misty smoke; tapping his foot against the cement, he too rested his head back onto the bricks he was leaning back on.  ‘i want to drop out already and i’ve been here less than twenty four hours,’ he confessed with half a laugh, swiping a hand under his nose as he withdrew the cigarette from between sharp teeth. why he was indulging that, he had no idea – but he was going to go with it, at least for now.

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The alien tensed up at the mention of being hunted down and his brown eyes focused on the man in disgust. “If you ever, ever, say that again you will be happy if there is enough DNA of you left to determine who your mommy is.” 

Aoi rose his brows at Zitao’s sudden angry-sounding exclamation, and he snorted, entirely un-phased. “Chill the fuck out, I was only kidding,” he groaned, rolling his eyes in exasperation. “You gotta lighten up. I wouldn’t start hunting you again; you are my favorite alien, after all~” He said with his most winning smile, wanting to soothe Zitao’s huffiness at least a little bit. “Besides that, if I took you out then I would really be screwed, wouldn’t I? There is no reason to hunt you again. Have another shot or something, you’re so touchy.”

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“Thank God,” Aoi sighed, eagerly lighting his cigarette and leaning back against the wall as well, head thudding against the brick and eyes closing. “You’re a life saver,” he said, outreached hand offering the man back his lighter. “It’s been a day, that SO could not wait for home.”

Even now the nicotine was working its magic, soothing frazzled nerves and easing the strain on his short temper. Just like the other man was thinking, he had to thank this little stick for him not murdering any of the students here yet. Most of the time he liked his job here, it was right up his alley after all, but sometimes... Their stupidity REALLY pushed him over the edge!

"Hey- you wouldn't happen to have a lighter I could borrow, would you?" Aoi mumbled around the cigarette dangling between his lips, hands still groping through his pockets for the lighter he'd APPARENTLY left at home. Which was enormously infuriating. "I'm actually dying, here."

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with the flat of his foot resting on the bricks of whatever building he happened to stop in front of, yugyeom’s head was downcast and his eyes were closed: cigarette was stuck between mostly dry lips, translucent smoke occasionally drifting from his nostrils;being around so many people was taking all the energy out of him, energy he hadn’t needed to expel in a long time. 

the voice had him raising his head, just slightly, and he didn’t entirely acknowledge whoever was speaking to him as he pulled his ivory lighter, nudging it into the hands it to whoever had asked. ‘i get it,’ he voiced, a little gruff as he pulled the cigarette from his teeth with two fingers. 

and he did get it; nicotine was the only reason he hadn’t butchered anyone yet. 

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That answer made Aoi snort, rolling his eyes as he turned his gaze back to the monitor, fingers still tapping away. “Well, at least you’re honest,” he grunted. “If you - or your classmates for that matter - break shit please tell your teacher that Aoi kindly requests they teach you how to fix it yourself, or not break it in the first place. SERIOUSLY...” Of course it was his job to fix things, but he had more important things to fix than these little dinky computers!

Aoi was in the computer lab, fingers jabbing away at a keyboard while he made quick work trying to fix the system BEFORE the little shits in the computer class came in to ruin it all again. Why couldn't the teacher fix the damn thing?! He was a computer teacher! But NO, Aoi had to do it... When one of those said shits came in he lifted his gaze and narrowed his eyes at the poor soul, saying, "I wish to inform you that I hold a grudge against your entire class. Just saying."

There was one class that Namjoon was very sure he’d be a mess in, and that was Computer Science. It wasn’t like he broke literally everything he touched, so it was likely the computers would stay intact under his fingers for long enough for him to participate, but the thing was that things just… didn’t work out. But he was ready to try this, for what it was worth.

Edging around the door into the almost empty classroom, he was about to lower his bag into a chair when he was called out. Looking over, he straightened a little to regard the man properly. “Oh man. I can’t imagine I’ll make it better. Sorry ‘bout that.”

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Aoi and his smoothie.

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“Yes, it has to be now,” Aoi confirmed... Or at least as close to now as possible, because then Zitao informed him ‘now’ wasn’t exactly possible and he groaned, letting his head thud onto the table. “Fucks sake... Tuesday then! No later.” He lifted his head again to stare at Zitao, the slightest pout curling his lips. “If you change your mind and make it later than Tuesday I swear I will start hunting you down again.”

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Aoi deadpanned a bit when Zitao started going on about sex instead, huffing, “I’m not talking about sex, you pervert. Of course I want to fucking research, you know how long I’ve been thinking about it?” He fidgeted with his glass, swirling the last gulp of alcohol around the bottom before he downed it. “A long time. And I’m sorry but I tend to be kind of obsessive. Of course we don’t have to if you don’t want to, but…” God, he just needed to find out SOMETHING. Anything!

Zitao stared at the other, why was this guy so fucking annoying and boring? Man… “You waited all this time and now it has to be now?” He questioned and sighed. “You really are a piece of work- if anything we should take some of your blood and see what kind of DNA is in there, see if it is really Ixtab or Naum. Y’know, make sure. Then we have a direction to go into but… I have to set some things up, get some favors. So in all honesty, we can start by Tuesday, not right away…”