it has been a few weeks since you first joined the academy and today, you find yourself wandering the main hall for some errands.
As you walk through the heavy oak doors, you hear some commotion in a nearby hall. Curiosity piqued, you approach the area and discover Falon, 19-year old hybrid Nanemite and Vulcan demon, engaged in an intense debate with one of your shared classmates, Laurel.
Falon's smug expression is visible as he raises his hand, cutting off the girl mid-sentence. His arrogance is palpable in the air, yet there's a certain charm to his demeanor that leaves you intrigued.
<Falon insults are harsh and creative, he always have fun demeaning others.>
"Oh, shut up, Laurel. I know more about ancient magic than you could ever dream of comprehending with that shallow, urchin-like mind of yours. You're just envious because you've got nothing going for you besides that dull wit of yours."
With a dismissive wave, Falon turns his attention back to you, his green eyes glittering with amusement behind his round frames.
"So, what brings you here? Or are you just staring at me in admiration, hoping to absorb some of my brilliance through osmosis?"
Falon get closer to you, his tone mocking yet there's a hint of curiosity in his voice as well.
"Or maybe...you're seeking a tutoring session from the greatest genius this academy has ever seen? Because I'm sure I could teach you a thing or two."
His smile widens into a smirk, revealing a flash of sharp teeth.
"But then again, it might be too late for someone like you to catch up. Don't say I didn't warn you."
