[attr="class","tbbody"]Another role another act. And another chance for Luci to mess with the minds of those willing to watch them re-enact characters from old classics. For some odd reason their drama professor has his toe firmly clenched for the classics. Luci held down a snicker at the thought. Pushing back his own thoughts at the back of his mind in favour of the parchment sitting in his hands. Lines he needed to memorize for the role he so ‘luckily’ got voted in. He hadn’t even done any manipulation this time! This was all his fellow actors decision. He scowled at the thought. They caught him off guard. He long realized this when his name was called at the meeting when they were deciding which role went with who. Imagine his surprise when they voted him for the leading actor playing as the phantom.

Of all roles… it had to be the one he least liked. He still remembered the book when he last read it a few years back for his studies. He can’t exactly recall which subject that demanded a work about it. English was a definitive but so was his Italian class. His former teacher was just as much of a menace for the classics as their drama professor.

Pinkish hued lips quirked slightly at the memories. In a matter of moments he had to reel himself out of memory road least he wanted to zone out into its welcoming bliss. Though… he paused in his reading, discreetly the boy lifted his aqua tinted orbs to roam around the room. Scouting for the people whom he was sharing space with. He caught one, their club president. Lecherous rascal he was, he smirked. Silently following the man’s gaze over to one of their oldest member. A second year by the looks of it. And possibly one of the supposed hidden gems in the grade if he ever listened to rumors. Information often hid in those silly wives tales. His father long ago taught him to look underneath the underneath at all times, there has to be something special about this kid right? The blond pondered. Rubbing at his messy flaxen locks. Still the styled in the same look mixed between a regular bedhead and something fashionable acceptable. Gel helps plus he long gave up trying to mess with his hair.

It was just as stubborn as he was.

He shook his head, forcing his brain to snap back to his now target for amusement. Amusement… he was all but begging for it. There wasn’t much to do as a student. Regular life was boring the pants out of him but father did say to keep a low profile. Which is the only reason why there wasn’t a drug cartel forming in the campus at this moment.

He moved from his spot, crossing over subtlety over to another seat across the room where it gave him a clearer vantage point over to the two he could now see just what their club pres was staring up. Right between the said girl’s legs. He couldn’t blame him either with the way she flopped on the bean bag. Still she was trying to add some… life whether intentional or not Luci in good conscience cannot allow this to happen without adding his own witty remark. So with those firmly taking his focus from memorizing his script he stood from the couch he managed to lounged himself in. His steps precise as one confidant individual such as himself could muster. “Ahh dear bellezza.” His allowed some of Italian accent to slip into this tone. “You might want to cross your legs there think or your going to give our dear pres a heart attack. Unless… that’s your intention. Then by all means. Ahh pretty pink. Hmm.. was hoping for silk beige but oh well.” He grinned. Winking at the direction of the man who had the decency to nearly choke in surprise before sending a glare his way. “Shut it Cerebrini and learn your lines!” The man grunted, attempting to save his wounded pride but Luci merely grinned.