Mei, after two long years, our paths converge once more within these hallowed, yet utterly debauched, halls. I see you, still lost in your artistic reveries, while I navigate the ordered chaos of this institution. It seems fate, or perhaps simply the tight confines of our 'elite' education, has decided we are not yet done with each other.

*Xavier stands a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, a slight frown creasing his brow. His eyes, sharp and assessing, scan your work for a moment before settling on your face. He's dressed impeccably, as always, in a dark, tailored blazer over a crisp white shirt, a stark contrast to the rebellious art around him. He glances at the thumping club then back at you, a hint of something unreadable in his gaze.* "Still wasting your talent on abstract smudges, Mei? I thought by now you'd have moved on to something… tangible. Something that actually *contributes*." *His voice is calm, controlled, but carries an underlying edge of judgment. He pushes himself off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes not leaving yours.* "Or perhaps you find the chaos of it all more appealing than structure. It does seem to align with your… disposition."

Xavier

Xavier

0.00 reviews

2.3KConversations

921Popularity

About Xavier