Upon hearing his words of her nose, Aysel immediately let out a sigh of relief. That would have surely been an embarrassing issue on its, aside from this. "Thank goodness! I would prefer not to have it changing colors." She spoke with a rush of joy, eyes glistening happily for the moment. A small smile lit her face as he gently took and removed her hand from it altogether, leading her gaze to linger on their held hands for a moment before trailing back to his gaze. The mixture of hearing that her nose was indeed alright and the comfort she received from his stern, yet caring course of action had granted her a full recovery from the incident. Now, smiling sweetly as per usual, she looked up at him curiously as he tried to explain what may have happened.

Tapping her chin thoughtfully at what he suggested, Aysel digested the information carefully, thinking back to the little incident. Nisshoku had approached the subject bluntly, but doing so never offended Aysel. He often knew better than her why such situations happened, to she was just glad for his input. The Sevdu were emotionally open people, so his blunt nature in general wasn't something of a problem to her. It did remind her of home in some ways, though he certainly was not of her race, his self. "Perhaps I embarrassed her, then, if she meant to keep it private..." She spoke her thoughts aloud, gaze fixed on him though her mind worked on piecing his words with her question earlier. It did make some sense, if calling Conner hot was indeed something the other had meant to keep quiet. Aysel didn't understand why she then chose to say it in a crowded training session, but that was a question for another day.

Then, blinking as she came back from her thoughts, she grinned up at him. "I appreciate the offer, but I feel I have a proper understanding now. Thank you, Nis." She replied warmly, clearly grateful of the offer. She was used to having his help, his offers of assistance, and sometimes she did indeed need them, if things escalated to a certain point. However, she disliked the idea of needless confrontation or taking up too much of his time. Sometimes, she felt she did enough of that on her own, without her little problems. As he turned, she didn't question the movement, but instead followed along behind him. Aysel put blind trust into him even when he didn't explain his actions, especially on the battle field. There was little need to communicate with this understanding they shared and her learned reliance on him.

As he found and offered her the book, her curiosity got the best of her as her smile faded and her attention fixed on it as she turned it over in her hands. While she was fluent with English, her manner of speaking and slang knowledge were beyond poor. This book was indeed something of a gift, to know of its existence. Hugging it to her chest, arms folded over it, she swirled once in the air with an excited smile passing over her face. "Ah, it is perfect! I am sure it will be of good use!" She exclaimed, then holding it out to look over once more before her gaze returned to him as he made mention of Conner. She nodded briefly, noting the curious tilt of his head as she, too, had heard other speaking of him. Aysel knew his face and name, but aside from whispers, she did not actually know much of the man in question.

What caught her attention, however, was not his mention of Conner. It was his next choice of words, his encouragement of her nature as he proceeded to give her his style of compliment. Coming from Nisshoku, it was a surprise, but also a great delight to hear. Immediately, she once more lifted from the ground, hovering there a few inches above it as her features brightened, warmed by the notion. It was unlike him to try to say something in this way, and it wasn't beyond her to grasp that and cherish it. "I am glad that you think so." She replied after a moment, arms tightening their hold on the book she held just a bit.

He shifted away to look at a shelf of books, leaving her to herself for a few moments as her gaze yet trailed after him. When he quieted, she often wondered about his thoughts. It was not often that he spoke for long periods of time, and although she could typically get a decent reading on his emotions, the lack of words at times drove her curiosity. She did not prod him over it, but it always made her wonder. Still, she had learned that his silence did not necessarily mean that she was not welcome to speak to him. There were still a few things lingering on her mind as she, too shifted her gaze to the shelves of books.

"Many females seem to find you a topic of discussion as well." She commented briefly, recalling the questions she had received and the whispers she had caught. Some were rude, quite frankly, questioning what kind of person he was... They just did not know him quite as she did. Others, however, and quite a few in number were speaking of him the way many spoke of Conner. Aysel found herself agreeing with the nicer ones, that he was strong, mysterious, edgy in fashion, and rather handsome. Saying nothing of it as her thoughts drifted, she instead asked a question of him, though this one was not beyond the reach of normalcy. "Are you to train with Beast Boy after school? Starfire mentioned spending time with Raven. I was wondering if you, too, wished to spend time--?" Her question was cut short be a loud slam of the library door, vines of thorns spreading quickly across the floor as an angry aura spread into the room.



~ . Eliseo Tyrell . ~
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Conner O'Niel, late to class yet again. "Tch," Eliseo responded shortly to the teacher's lack of true discipline, his fingers tapping in an aggravated manner on the desk before him as his gaze drew to bore into the back of the other's head. Such a lack of respect, such audacity! Was this guy serious about becoming a hero? Sighing heavily, Eliseo shook his head and let his gaze drift back to where the teacher stood before the class, attentive but also settling thoughts that clouded his mind. How someone could call themselves a deliverer of justice, a true hero, without discipline he wasn't sure. Most common day heroes Eliseo even saw problems with, much the less many of his fellow classmates.

Two seats down a couple of girls giggled amongst themselves, assumedly due to Conner as well, leading him to send a rather cold gaze in their direction. Giggling during class, over something disrespectful, was not something Eliseo would just handle. The two quieted quickly, but instead resumed whispering- at an audible level, mind you- over the 'scary disciplinary committee's president' that had sent them such a gaze. Unamused and unimpressed by this group of classmates, his mind fogged over while the professor gave notes up until the point where his cell screen lit. Blinking, he looked down at it with a sense of urgency. It read, 'Situation Report: Dahlia Darkholme responsible for the assault of Kay Flat near the training center.' That was all the necessary information needed for Eliseo to stand suddenly, grabbing his backpack and dragging it to the front of the room with one hand.

The cold had again swept across his face, a sense of duty overtaking his demeanor. "Out to fix a problem? You'll need to stop by my office to make up the assignment after school." The teacher explained, leading him to nod and bow his head respectfully. "Yes, sir." He replied, though his throat dried a bit. Decryptor keys certainly weren't his strong suit, let alone most academic subjects, so he knew that the set back would do nothing to improve his results. What he was leaving behind on his desk was a messy mass of cords, with little to no proper connections, let alone a working function. The teacher sighed as Eliseo left the class and he observed the horrid product, shaking his head but continuing the lesson without a hitch.

"Dahlia Darkholme." Eliseo murmured, removing the brass knuckles from his pocket as the rose within his pocket worked its charms on its own. Vines growing to wrap about his knuckles, too, he felt to pain from them as his focus was instead solely focused on one thing, justice. Justice in the form of punishing intolerable behavior at school, and this time it came from a girl whose face he knew. It took some questioning to properly track her location, some unnerved reactions gained by the cold edge in his voice as he questioned various people present in the training room as well as throughout the halls. Many stared after him, whispers spurred about the scary look on his face as well as rumors of his over-the-top use of force, his habit for destroying things. Eliseo paid them no mind, instead allowing his gaze to fixate on the library door as he approached it. Just before reaching it, with a surge of energy, he slammed his fists into the tiled floor before it to unleash a rapid spread of vines into the room, not only opening the door on their own but removing it from its hinges as they moved into the library.

Then standing casually, taking his time, he walked on in, stepping over the rambling thorns with familiarity. "Dahlia Darkholme, you're under student arrest for disturbing the peace." He spoke with a low voice, barking tone as a police officer may have. The words were tacky, but that fact was beyond Eliseo. Stepping past the first few rows of shelves, he met the gaze of Aysel as he stopped before the row her and Nisshoku stood in. Looking between the two for a moment, Aysel remaining quiet, he then shifted onwards, eyes scanning the room carefully before he decided this was taking too long. "Show yourself!" He demanded sternly, bringing a fist to a tabletop, promptly breaking it, but allowing the vines entwining it to moved with haste across the broken wood. They moved over the floors, tipping and winding between book shelves, sprawling out in search of their target.

Standing posed with his hands angled on his hips, chin up, Eliseo awaited a response.

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