With enthusiasm, Alfonse slightly lifted and individually tapped his front paws while watching the blonde bring himself onto his feet. His gaze was attentive and eager, his tails gently swaying behind him as he excitedly trotted close to the side of the older teen upon joining him at the window. Instead of preparing to take flight through the window he suggested going out through the front door, and Alfonse instantly paused in all movement. Th-through the front door...? Where his parents could be?[break][break]
H-he really really wished he could actually speak and tell the boy that he was scared about being seen and caught by them. The amount of trust he had in the boy's family was nonexistent and... a-and, just, why couldn't they fly out the window instead? A soft noise of wariness left Alfonse's rounded muzzle as apprehension mingled with his anxiousness to leave this strange home.... and be with his mom.... wh-who he had a feeling would be very, very mad at him if she finished her meeting with the Councilmen by now and thought he wandered off... but he'd much rather see his angry mom than that scary pale-faced man again.[break][break]
The blonde's hand brushed against his fur and Alfonse had no reaction to it since it seemed unintentional... but then the blonde suddenly frowned down at him and started to touch his face. A lot. His large eyes were forced into a narrow from how the teen squished his cheeks and roamed his thumbs all over his face. Wh-what the heck was he doing! Surprised, Alfonse tolerated it only for a second out of the pure shock and confusion of what he was doing before he squirmed to tilt his head head. How embarrassing...a-and he knew he wasn't an animal, and was still doing that![break][break]
"You've got butter all over your head,"[break][break]
Alfonse eyed the blonde in the same surprise, giving a small shake of his head as a poor attempt of getting his messied fur back in place, before remembrance hit him. Oh.... he was still covered in butter, wasn't he... a deep breath blew through his black nose as Alfonse felt a similar reaction to that inconvenience as the boy's expression on his face showed. His mother truly was going to be upset with him.... disappeared without a trace and covered in butter.... maybe he shouldn't be worrying about it when there was the big predicament of needing to escape, though...[break][break]
His excitement had fizzled out with the proposal of venturing through the house to head out, and the whole butter-mess on his head... but the blonde's suggestion of cleaning up in the bathroom added on to more of Alfonse's discouragement. The fox lifted his head as surprise once more hit him, that h-he'd actually suggest washing off. Did they have time for that? D-did they have time for anything else? What if his dad came in again? Ugh, he wished so badly he could speak to him like a normal person.... he felt kind of stuck like this... but as the demon rose his arm, he revealed the cut upon his arm. Alfonse's internal arguments against his idea were met with guilt. The tension in his stature and hesitancy in his gaze that shifted from the demon to the door was evident. He was afraid of going out there... he was scared of what could happen if they saw his family. But.... the boy's cut from when he healed him made him feel selfish not... letting him clean it off first. [break][break]
His chest tightened with worry as his eyes deeply shown with the very unsettling paranoia that grasped at him. He hesitantly stepped closer to the demon in reluctance but stopped once more, eyeing the door with his head meekly lowering. He wasn't sure if he could go through with leaving the room and entering the rest of the house, but... he also wanted to stay by the other boy's side, even if that possibly meant.... going out there.

When he finished what vague description he could articulate through the magic writing, the aura's strength had significantly faded from its original summoned form. Alfonse was on the brink... of feeling completely hopeless about actually being able to find his way back home any time soon. Doubts and fears were circulating through his mind, mingled with uncertainty regarding where they even were right now. This boy could have lived in a whole other town, a-and Alfonse had absolutely no knowledge regarding Lorsette or the Canadian territory it was in... b-but... he still had this boy to help him. It meant that he wasn't alone. He had a companion. He had someone who healed him and saved him, and was even going to help him more. Without the blonde... he would be completely terrified.[break][break]

The Kitsune worriedly faced the blonde. The aura itself had nearly vanished, being nothing but reminiscent sparks of deep purple that dwelt along the paper in shapeless glittering. His tails subtly moved in an anxious mannerism as he watched and observed the demon whom pinched his jawline in thought. His open admittance to being new to Lorsette lifted Alfonse's ears in surprise. It was consoling to hear that they were still in Lorsette but Alfonse was shocked to hear that he was new to the city just like he was. He was both comforted in knowing he wasn't a million miles away from home, but also discouraged that the demon may have known just as much as he did about the city... which was close to nothing. [break][break]

Alfonse's head turned, the bright hues of his eyes following the demon's hand as it went on to gesture towards the window. His gaze roamed from his hand, to his face... seeing a confident smirk that caught the boy's curiosity even more as to what he was thinking. He had a plan.... and Alfonse's whole demeanor perked up when the demon came up with a brilliant idea of flying above Lorsette until he saw his home.[break][break]

Immediately, he pounced up onto all four of his paws with exuberance that defeated his low energy. His multi-tails swept behind him as a spark of genuine eagerness dwelt in his eyes. Clearly, he was more than willing to go with his proposal. 'Yes, flying! Why didn't I think of that?' His thoughts excitedly cheered. They found an exit plan and one that sounded like it could really work! Alfonse gave an approving nod of his head, already bounding over to the window without stalling any more time. His fox form was naturally faster than how he carried himself on his more so human feet and practically in a silent flash, he'd left behind the journal where it'd been of assistance on the floor and was ready to go. He turned to face the demon when right up at its glass exterior, as though beckoning him to lead the way. He placed all his faith on the one glimmer of light he had to getting home safely and his readiness to leave didn't leave room for hesitancy. Or to place deeper thought on what could go wrong.

The aura kept hold of its written shape, dwelling on the last few words upon Alfonse's own determined focus. He wanted-- desperately hoped-- something like this would enable a more clear form of communication between him and the demon. He didn't like being... unable to speak with him at all.... a-and he didn't want to be left all alone without knowing when the guy would come back and knowing that man who captured him was around. It didn't help that he had no idea... where he even was. A-and he just moved to this place! Th-this was all too scary... and there was no way he wasn't going to try doing more before possibly being left by himself.[break][break]
A scoff sounded beside him and Alfonse's muzzle immediately arose higher to have a clear look at his face. Hope but the very same anxious desperation gripping at his heart swam expressively in his face as he attentively listened for his answer. The demon's words were understanding of his predicament.... and Alfonse was subtly relieved that the demon revealed he was aware that he wasn't an animal. Once more, he was met with a rush of gratitude that the other blonde's stance with helping him hadn't diminished upon discovering he was more human. He wasn't willing to take a chance with anyone else of the household finding that out.[break][break]
His uncertainty with the other boy seemed to ease upon his response and immediately, Alfonse refocused on the opened notebook. The whirling of magic once more begun to separate from its singular shape, formulating letters gradually alongside the lined paper. He didn't want to lose the fragile magic while he had it at his beckoning... he had to be straight-forward, and clear without dwelling on the eloquence of its writing. The shimmering magic warped and mingled as the letters gradually collected on the paper, much like before.[break][break]

"I want to go home. Please help me?"[break][break]

He looked up from the paper, Aquamarine hues seeking the boy's expression and once more hoping his luck hadn't run out. His stomach felt heavy with knowing how much trouble he could still be in. How could someone help him if he didn't even know anything about Lorsette? Or the forests that his family had nestled themselves so far into? What if he'd been taken even farther away than he could have imagined?

Alfonse offered her a light smile when Ivory stepped forward and collected the books he gathered up. Once the textbooks were no longer entrusted within his own arms he was able to allow them to relax by his sides at the same time the demon provided a straight-forward response that offered nothing to work from conversation-wise. A simple "nah" was all that was said and the awkwardness Alfonse felt.... lingered. It didn't lessen whatsoever. His Aquamarine gaze briefly met with the blonde's after she'd spoken. For a second he thought one of the two girls were going to mention what they're relation was but nothing else was elaborated. H-he felt even more uncomfortable than before... it caused his gaze to avert away from her with a quiet answer of, "Oh," [break][break]
His smile became softer and more sincere when Ivory thanked him. These two... gave off a very different impression than the other. Within a matter of a couple minutes they exhibited stark differences between each other and their temperaments. From what he already had seen between the two of them, he didn't have a strong feeling that they got along well... it partially was what led him to wonder if they may have been related, such as them being sisters. Siblings acted standoffish with each other, didn't they? He wouldn't really know from personal experience, but he'd seen how some brothers and sisters acted with each other.... [break][break]
As the three continued down the stairway together, he felt his stomach becoming more uneasy and anxious about getting home. Cautiously, Alfonse's gaze scanned over the vehicles parked in the nearby lot and those that were waiting near the front courtyard, hoping to see his own transportation. The fabric of his cloak gently swayed behind him as he continued downward with the two girls, and upon the demon's question, his gaze continued seeking out the vehicle. He assumed the question was for Ivory since the two were... somehow affiliated, and didn't catch the full context of the question. When Ivory didn't speak up, however, Alfonse's eyes were brought back to them. "It was all right," He answered truthfully but vaguely. His smile turned sheepish and his shoulders initiated a slight shrug, "Alchemy was the most fun. Ivory and I are going to work on a potion together," He added with a growing optimism in his face, glancing over to the young girl.

When he'd glimpsed towards the doorway of the library, Alfonse saw a few moments later how some spots seemed to free up around the tables in a mannerism that indicated some students were trying to make room for Preston and him to sit down... o-or maybe he was just... putting way too much cautious observation into this. [break][break]

The deep Aquamarine hues of his eyes sustained their shy glimmer as they wavered away from the doorway to look back in Preston's direction. The only boy whom presented any form of ease to look at in this whole room. The feeling of gratitude of not being alone in an environment such as this, where he was unfamiliar to everything and having what felt like the whole world's attention on him, didn't once cease. [break][break]

The blonde nodded after he'd spoken and looked ever so calm, just like he was minutes ago. With a gesture and beginning steps towards the exit, Alfonse recognized Preston's intentions and resumed following him. He listened as Preston explained that he needed to find his classroom first, and speak with his teacher, passing by the athletic looking fellow whom had held an aura around him that Alfonse felt.... oddly unsettled by, without much warranty for it that Alfonse could understand. He didn't look scary but his energy was one that he picked up on... there was something about it that didn't sit well with him. His eyes kept focused up ahead with particular resistance of glancing his direction, speeding up with a slight hop in his step to remain right by Preston's side. [break][break]

Dark brown eyes from the dusty blonde athlete's demeanor followed them, before simply focusing down towards an open textbook. When Preston and Alfonse reached the doorway, a sudden strong and muscular arm sheathed by form-fitting clothing extended over the boys' heads and strongly pushed the door open in an abruptly unpredictable notion. The movement startled Alfonse, whom let out a spooked gasp as he spun around on his heels to face.... none other than Ezriel, standing behind them as though he'd secretly been present the whole time. "Leaving so soon?" The man asked in a steely cool voice. A shaking sigh left Alfonse as he placed a hand over his heart, visibly caught by surprise. That guy was going to give him a heart attack someday with his ninja-like disappearing and reappearing acts. "O-oh, jeez, Ezriel... " He quietly stammered out before stepping out into the hallway, "Preston is going to show me where his classroom is," [break][break]

Trying to regather himself, Alfonse smiled at the blonde in the similarly gentle and innocent nature that surrounded him, "Who is your teacher?" He had a number of teachers and masters in the past, and he was very curious what specialties Preston's teacher excelled in.

As Preston spoke, he didn't seem in the least impacted by the eyes and whispers that followed them through the Library... his words matched the reserved, if not stoic demeanor of his face. Alfonse hadn't moments ago been able to look him directly in the face due to his own guilt and anxiousness surrounding the environment but when hearing what he had to say, some of his anxiety was eased over enough for him to do so. [break][break]

Aquamarine youthful eyes uplifted to gaze towards the blonde as they walked. He could only see him well enough from the side due to their alignment while walking... but nonetheless he could interpret the desensitization of their attention... and wished he could feel the same way. [break][break]

There was a moment of curious thoughtfulness that shown in the gleam of his Aquamarine hues. He wasn't comforted so easily.... but he, in a way, found some minor solace in knowing that.... e-even if he may have been an unexpected burden on the other boy, it hadn't been directed towards he himself nor the attention received by their similar aged peers. Hearing that Preston had, too, experienced such a similar occurrence when he was a new student... did make Alfonse feel better, sharing that similarity with the boy. He wished almost as badly as he hadn't wanted to attend Lorsette High to begin with, that he would grow to be strong like Preston in regards to receiving such pondering eyes from others. [break][break]

When they reached the Library desk, a soft and small smile touched Alfonse's lips as a gesture of well-meaning greeting to the Librarian but the boy proceeded to keep to himself and allow for Preston to take the lead. His eyes lowered towards the desk with no particular intentions, shyness shrouding him as his hands remained lowered and clasped with the fine material of his cloak sleeves nearly covering them. The sound of clicking was enhanced from the quiet Library's atmosphere... it nearly tickled his ears, unsettling him with every continuous click. A quiet breath exhaled through his nose as Alfonse awaited patiently and when Preston retrieved the book from the Librarian, she turned away from them. [break][break]

Alfonse then lifted his head to look at Preston. "U-Um, shall we find somewhere peaceful to sit?" He asked him with another shy smile crossing his features. The idea of sitting around the tables where most of the students seemed to reside greatly unsettled him. He'd rather find somewhere where only the comforting smell of pages, whether new or worn, arose without the hindrance of.... 'people smells'. That is, if they were to stay here. It was possible Preston intended on moving onward. The boy wondered more about Preston's experiences as a new student at the high school but didn't want to pry... m-maybe he'd ask when the timing felt appropriate.

The small smile that hinted Preston's lips didn't go unnoticed by Alfonse. However subtle and brief it may have been, it still uplifted Alfonse's own smile into an even more so spirited mannerism. As the blonde took the red-cover yearbook from him, he explained that before taking it with them to look through they should first find the Librarian to ask if they had permission to do so. "Okay," He agreed with an unfaltering cheerful aura, yet with a voice still soft and gentle in nature. He gave a small and complying nod along with his single-worded agreeing. Now that his guard, Ezriel, had given them space... this was starting to be a little more fun.[break][break]

Curious youthful eyes begun to once more roam over the book shelves as Alfonse, momentarily, was distracted by wonderment. He had self-control and thus was able to prevent himself from eagerly going through the books... he was also shy, and still not familiar enough with Preston to vocalize the depths of his explorative mind in the usual daydreaming manner that it often dwelt in. [break][break]

He was a diligent student in mastering the arts of Magic and self-defense, and did enjoy some of the more so traditional studies found in academic environments for common creatures, but Alfonse was a dreamer at heart. Master Leon would often give him a good startling swat over the head with his staff or spook him back to reality using his manifested magic whenever catching him drifting away in the fantasies spun by his active mind.[break][break]

With the yearbook tucked under his arm, Preston gestured for him to follow. Alfonse, luckily, saw his gesture and lulled himself away from the array of books to follow his tour guide. The light material of his cloak floated as though made of air around his legs as he followed along, staying close to the blonde... a-and even speeding up to be closer when they passed by another ensemble of observing eyes from students. His face warmed again when they had left the haven of bookshelves and entered a more so open space of the Library where the desk wasn't far. More students staring.... whispering... h-he could hear a distinct muttering of interest regarding the oddity of Preston specifically being with someone like Alfonse... the word 'weird' grabbed at him quite audibly, though he was unable to decipher the entirety of the comment. [break][break]

The comment was nonetheless one the light auburn haired boy happened to catch when passing by one table and it caused a tightening feeling of his chest. One that had tampered with his previous uplifted moods, as a thoughtfulness captured within his Aquamarine eyes. His gaze lowered towards the ground, before worriedly looking up to Preston. While he was glad that he hadn't been paired with someone more intimidating, and less pleasant-smelling as the blonde... he was reminded of his guilt regarding how the task of guiding him around Lorsette High had disrupted his day. "I-I'm sorry, about drawing so much attention..." He apologized, trying to keep his voice hushed as to not disrupt the Library atmosphere... but feeling increasingly self-conscious, and fretful that he may have actually been a burden on the other boy for making them stand out like sore thumbs.