He looked up to her words of relief, at her nose being fine. He watched her with a slight look of curiosity, as expected she turned down his proposal. He did not mind, he did not wish to put her out, so it was fine. He listened to her talk, his own attention on her, but his eyes on the books. He was glad that she liked the book, and he hoped that it was going to indeed be of use to her. She then chose to bring up him, saying that females found him as a topic of discussion as well. He frowned, this he knew. Many whispered about him, both in a good and bad way. He tended to ignore it, but her bringing it up pulled all of his attention onto her now. He watched the way she reacted, and it was not helping to ease his mind.
She seemed to brush it off, bringing up instead, what he was doing after school. He blinked, she seemed to be about to ask him to spend time with her, when the door was busted open. His eyes immediately turned to the door, his body tensing. The doors were thrown off their hinges, and he glared at the one stepping inside. Plants grew along, not bothering to take care in what they covered, as they flowed into the space. The man who had entered began then yelling. Nisshoku knew him, the head of the disiplinary committee. Someone who preached about following the rules, and had just busted a door down. His hands clenched, he glared silently at the man, as the girl who had come in before stepped out to confront him.
His eyes moved to the vines, to the man and back. He could not stand for this. The library was a sacred place, one he held close to his heart. Raven did as well, and she was close to his heart as well. This boy thought he could just jump in and do as he wished? His jaw clenched, as he passed Aysel. He ignored the gazes, ignoring the entire thing. He could not have cared less at the moment. He stepped right up to the man, reaching out to take a hold of the front of his shirt. "Get your filty plants off of the books" he said in a low and cold voice, his eyes right on the other. "I care not for your business here, it gives you no right to do as you wish....take your business out of here now, before you regret bringing it inside" it was not a threat, no, it was a promise.
He kept his eyes on the other's, releasing his shirt moments later. He would give him an opportunity to do just that. If not, he would be in for another problem. It made him sick, the vines curling along and running over the books. The doors now in shambles. His hands clenched tightly. "Call yourself a man of justice and yet you do this" his eyes once more on the other, "what kind of justice is this? Have you not broken many rules just now yourself?" He bit his tongue slightly, as he resisted the urge to skip conversation and whack the guy. He was normally one for peaceful resolutions, but certain things just pushed his buttons the wrong way. This would be one of them.
He sighed, violence would only cause more danger and trouble. He knew this, but he could not help it. This man was defiling a place of learning, calm and a sanctuary. Many of the books were older, and the vines could damage them. Many could not be replaced, many were one of a kind. This was crossing a line, even for him. He glared at the male once more, waiting for his reply, which would surely be faced with more opposition. The other was not the brightest man, and he was more of a man of brawn. He did not care what he did when he was on one of his high and mighty rants, which left the school and sometimes others in harms way. As long as he could, Nisshoku would not allow it to happen. However, he was aware it could cause trouble for him to.
_______________________________
Conner had been working, glancing over at a girl he knew well as the teacher spoke to her. She had seemed to have gotten herself in a bit of trouble. He chuckled, Grace, she was an interesting one indeed. He glanced away as the teacher looked towards him, saying nothing for a moment, until he was out of earshot. He turned his attention back to her then. "Another average days, never fun without a teacher gunning for your head" he laughed lightly, attaching a wire in his own project. The screen flickered, then slowly came to life. The internal work was coming along nicely, the body would be the last part and easy. It was more of just a cosmetic kind of thing, make it look pretty. He looked over to her's, knowing she was not really one for the technical side. One of the reasons he was often paired up with others, was for his expertiese in the field.
"Need help? He never said we could not...assist" he smiled, not one to mind lending a hand. He was usually done with these kinds of things quickly enough, so there was nothing else for him to do but twiddle his thumbs. That was not in his personality though, he was not one to merely sit around and do nothing. It was like nails on a chalkboard to him, annoying. He could often times hear the clock ticking, the minutes slipping away. It drove him mad, though odly enough, patience in the field he could do. Perhaps it was a thing of knowing when rushing in could ruin everything. Either way, it was something he did try to work on. He looked at the clock, they had plenty of time, so there was no rush for an answer or for her to worry about not getting done.
He was not worried about her though, she was a smart girl. She could handle herself, and had proven that many times on the battle field. His mind drifted back a bit to his own battle this morning. He had done great, his speed and skill was excellent. He knew he was capable of more, but that might have just been his natural tendancy to push himself talking. He always tried to get better, to work harder and harder. Many did not know that about him, many saw the fruits of the labor, or the labor he wanted them to see. It was not all as easy as they had seen in the field this morning or ever. Many should know that, their line of work took a lot of practice and dedication. He just did most of his harder work on his own, without the praying eyes on him.
Not that he hated the eyes, no, everyone liked to see their hard work be appriciated. He was not a show off, like some of the others. Those who did constant battles in the dome to show off their work in flashy ways. He did his to better himself, and at times took on challengers. On the school computer system, each student had their own personal accounts. They could go under a section specifically for the arenas and training, looking at a variety of things. They could see rankings, where they stood against others, start challenges, tournaments and more. Part of it was just for fun, but it also held insintive to better them. Again, some just liked to show off. He sighed a bit, wishing he could be training or something, rather than here doing nothing.