[EVENT] Pins and Needles [Jura]

This time, a muscle in his eye twitched. Okay, so Wei was smarter than he looked. He could read Solis' carefully crafted mask fairly well, which annoyed him to no end. No one had ever gotten close enough to even try. That knowing look on the monkey boy's face rubbed him the wrong way too, even though, considering Wei's personality, he probably didn't mean it to be malicious.

"That stupid thing was not cute. I do not like cute things." Solis seemed to be shrinking down into his seat, as if he'd rather be anywhere but here. "And we're not friends!" This was the loudest he'd been without threatening anyone bodily harm or to drive them insane.

He stood abruptly and started stalking out of the cafeteria, though to Wei, his storming out was more of an indignant sulk than the pure anger it appeared to be to others.

He was losing his touch, that was it. He'd have to go strike fear into someone to protect his reputation.

Solis all but fled the cafeteria, muttering under his breath the whole time. Students that passed him immediately hurried out of his way. They'd never seen Solis so outwardly worked up-- unless it was when the boy's ironclad control broke and his insanity started peeking through--, but it couldn't possibly mean anything but terrible, terrible things to the one that caused such a state.

They avoided him like the plague, and that calmed Solis down somewhat. Maybe he wasn't losing the scare factor he had worked so hard to gain. Maybe he just needed more practice getting the message through to stubborn monkeys like Wei. Yes, that was it.

And so, he wandered the campus in search of a happy idiot like Wei to test his theories on. Since it had already been early evening when he had first step foot in the cafeteria, though, it was nearly night time and Solis had no choice but to call it a night lest he wish to venture into the city.

He made his way back to his dorm, still fuming-- or rather, sulking, to someone who could tell-- and staring accusingly at the little button and envelope he'd taken out of his sweatpants so he could throw them in the hamper.

It was all their fault, he just knew it.

Would it be foolishly optimistic to hope Wei grew tired with bothering him and didn't seek him out the next day? Probably.

Solis woke to the relative peace of his dorm room, and for that, he was thankful. He took a shower, people avoided him. He went to get breakfast-- a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit--, people avoided him. He went to the library to return a book he'd been using for a paper, people avoided him. Ah, it was nice to have things back to normal.

But he couldn't get his mind off of the button and envelope he'd left lying innocently on his desk.

He tried burning his frustration at that-- and the fact that Wei was right, though he'd never admit it-- in his sparring lessons. His teacher commended him on the sudden enthusiasm but ended the lesson early and shooed Solis away for the day.

He was left to his own devices when all he wanted was to be distracted.

And so, he tried to finish what he'd wanted to last night, beginning his search for an appropriate victi-- friend. Yet again, however, his feet seemed bent on finding Wei, and before he knew it, he was hiding behind a tree, quietly observing the clearly exhausted monkey boy.

Eventually, his feet deemed watching from afar wasn't enough and carried him closer to the other boy, sharp dark eyes studying the little bauble he was handing out this time.

Anyone could tell from a mile away that it was Solis, though, as the crowd parted around him, stepping away from the known-to-be-volatile boy.

Solis considered the little thing with a disdainful sniff, though, like the other two Wei had given him, accepted it without a word. Unlike the others, however, he brought the popper closer to his face, analyzing the thing as if it were the piece to a puzzle Solis couldn't complete.

As if hearing Wei's thoughts, he pulled on the string thoughtfully, blinking in bland confusion as streamers and sparkles shot out into his face. He turned his nearly blank gaze to Wei, still blinking slowly. It was as if he didn't know what to make of what just happened. "..." Though, to anyone else, his expression was promising murder because of the humiliation he'd just been put through, anyone that knew him could tell it was complete bemusement.

Solis continued his puzzled blinking before the expression turned into a scowl aimed at Wei as the other boy laughed. Most would have quailed beneath such a gaze. The look directed to the monkey boy, however, was more of 'why the fuck didn't you warn me you ass', not 'you're going to fucking die'.

By the time Wei was done, Solis' expression remained. That didn't stop him from fumbling with the blasted little thing, glaring at it as if it were the source of all of his problems. It probably was, dammit.

He seemed much more cautious when handling the second one, and, with a glance to Wei, moved closer to the other boy. He aimed the popper at Wei and pulled the string. Colorful streamers and the like were spouted at the monkey boy.

On the surface, the light in Solis' eyes promised even more retribution, mostly likely of the bloody variety. Underneath that, though, there was the faintest, faintest, hint of smiling amusement. It was probably the most positive emotion he'd felt since before he'd been forced to discover his power.