Can You Say KABOOOOOM?

It was dark in the computer lab, and after hours. It was probably around midnight or one o'clock; Tristan hadn't checked. The young man cackled softly to himself, black hair covering his face. Two maniacal, bright green eyes could be seen, though.

He had picked the lock and come in here. It was time to actually have some fun while Damien was asleep and could do nothing to stop him. Dark maroon wings were folded on his back and he was playing around with the wires to one of the computers. He had brought a few bombs, as well as matches, with him.

He loved blowing things up.

Laughing still, he continued to play wires, his face looking completely insane. If only there had been other people in here... seeing others in pain would have made this moment even better.

Tristan had just been about to light one of the matches and light the bomb when he heard a familiar voice hiss his name. He looked up, eyes narrowing when he saw Brielle. He stared at her, not too pleased that she was here.

Actually... he was, yes, very much so. Now someone could get hurt in the explosion, and who better than someone he despised and Damien couldn't get his mind off of?

"And what would you want?" he asked.

Tristan smirked and cockily rose an eyebrow. "You're not supposed to be in here either, sweetie," he said, adding the last word sarcastically just to annoy her. "As for what I'm doing, why is it any of your concern?"

"Don't call me sweetie."

"Why shouldn't I?" He would definitely be amused to see her reaction to that. Maybe he could tell her somehow that Damien had a crush on her. That would both hurt Damien and most likely embarrass her... it was a win-win situation for Tristan.

"And for your information, SOMEBODY has to keep you out of trouble."

He snorted. "Oh really? Well why don't you let someone else do it?" he asked.

"So what exactly are you doing?"

The young man smirked darkly and the maniacal look returned to him. "Oh, you know... just working on my wonderful explosives to blow this place up..."

"Because I SAID SO. That's why."

He laughed. "Does this rule pertain to the weakling, too?" Tristan asked, referring to Damien. He often insulted the boy, so it wasn't surprising to address him as so. There was an evil glint in his eye as he waited for her reaction to that.

"Nobody else has the patience to. Because you're just mean and immature."

"Am I now?" Tristan asked. "Well maybe I should just light this and blow us BOTH up, then. Get rid of two immature people at the same time."

Oh, this was fun.

"Come on, let's just go, okay?"

Eyes just stared at her hand, amused. "Do I look like a child who will just rise and obey?" he asked. That certainly wasn't the case, and it wasn't going to happen. He would do as he pleased, and no one could stop him.

Striking a match, he lit the bomb, standing up and moving quite a few meters away, covering the front of his body with his left wing. He smirked... this was going to be fun to watch.