ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴋᴇᴇꜰᴇx/ᴅᴇᴇꜰᴇ

Assert Dominance

Keefe's knee bounced up and down up and down up and down up and down up and down up and down as he held a thick cloth to his nose, Elwin flashing a bright orb around him again.

"Nothing's broken!" The doctor assured him for what felt like the hundredth time. "But, there's probably gonna be some wicked bruising." The sound of the physician gliding away in his rolling chair filled the otherwise quiet room for a moment, followed by the sound of a few bottles hitting each other.

Keefe couldn't bring himself to look back up at the doctor. He couldn't stop thinking about that boy. Seriously, who did he think he was? It's not like he was all that cute - especially compared to Keefe. Plus, Dex was way out of his league. Not everyone saw it - how Dex was the perfect person - but Keefe did. And there was no way that guy could even begin to understand. For crying out loud he'd talked to Dex for less than an hour! Keefe had known the Technopath for years!

"Keefe?" Elwin's hand moved to where the boy's eyesight was to pull him out of his thoughts and force him to stop staring at his blood stained shoes.

"Sorry - yeah?" Keefe asked, looking up to be met with a bottle of Bruise Cruse being thrust towards his face.

He took the offering as Elwin gave a smile and pointed towards a mirror he had next to his desk. "Why don't you go put some of that on the rhinion, supraalar crease, tip, and nasion parts of your nose?"

"I only understood one of those words."

Elwin snorted and began pointing to certain parts of his nose, naming what they were before Keefe walked over to the mirror and began applying the yellowish sludge on his nose with a sigh. Out of the corner of the mirror he could see Elwin open a freezer of sorts and pull out an icepack. Great. Now not only was he the embarrassment of the class and his fake boyfriend, he was also going to be the embarrassment of the century.

What a blessed life he lived.

Once he decided he was both done rubbing in the sludge and stalling, the Empath pulled away from the mirror and turned around to take the ice from Elwin's hands. Keefe put it on his nose before he could be told to. Might as well save a bit of time, no?

Elwin let his hands hit his knees with a 'slap'. The room was honestly way too quiet. "I guess that's it, bud. Just head back to class and see who wins."

Keefe's eyes traveled to the gateway to his personal hell for a moment.  "Do I have to?" He questioned. "I mean, how long is left in this period anyways?"

"Not too horrifically long. About an hour or so?"

Keefe groaned only to receive a snicker from the other as a response. "Can't I just stay here?"

The physician sighed. "Afraid not, dude. I have to clean. And I don't think you're father will be happy with you if you skip again either, if that's what your next plan was."

... It was Keefe's next plan, admittedly. If only the stupid doctor couldn't've reminded him of 'Daddy Dearest' It was weird. Ever since his father had joined the Black Swan the one class he was absolutely infuriated at Keefe for missing was physical education. Probably because the old man wanted his son to be able to protect himself... or at least look like he could. Knowing him with appearances and all.

"Fiiiiiine." Keefe gave in after a few moments. He dragged his feet across the tiled floor towards the door. "But if I accidentally get hurt again I had nothing to do with it."

"Why but of course." Elwin replied sarcastically as Keefe slowly tugged the door open. "But please try not to get hurt. With you and Sophie I hardly ever get to give this place a nice deep cleaning. Plus, I'm sure that there's a certain strawberry blond awaiting your arrival."