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Vincent walked into the courtyard, wondering why there seemed to be so few students around. With his earlier encounter with a girl noble, who was very rude indeed, he was hoping he would meet someone who would actually just accept the fact that he was being friendly and not another snotty privileged brat. Although it was pretty hilarious seeing how bitter nobles are towards his status, it wasn't that fun when he's trying to be their friend. They should be angry at him only when he actually tries to destroy their lives.

Unlike other prince and princesses, he was still wearing classy clothes- not the flashy types. It seems normal enough, anyway. It wasn't his problem that the clothes provided for him was better than the general populace.

Hecton ran around the courtyard. Why was he running? He had no freaking clue. He had just suddenly felt like running. It was one of the strange impulses that Hecton sometimes felt. To just get up and do something. Or sit down and do nothing. But whatever his impulse told him to do, Hecton did it. That wasn't always smart, though. Usually it was stupid. Right now, Hecton was wearing a t-shirt and stripey pajama shorts, and he was already sweaty and tired. But did he stop running? No. Hecton was just going to be stubborn and follow his impulse and keep running like a maniac.

Vincent blinked when he saw a running figure, dressed in a shirt and pajama shorts. He wasn't sure how to react at first, seeing how utterly ridiculous it was. What the heck was happening with the nobles? "Excuse me." He said, loud enough for the running dude to hear. He was trying hard not to laugh, managing to merely smile. First was a quiet rude girl, now he got a weirdo. The day was pretty much going so weird.

"Why are you running?" He asked, hoping the odd dude would hear. "I mean, not that I'm stopping you or anything." He added, snickering a bit. He gave the dude a half-smile.

Hecton stopped running and started to jog in place. He was insulted that this guy was snickering at him! He didn't have any right to snicker at a stranger getting exercise! Hecton intended to start up on a big, angry speech, but it came out as, "Oh, yeah, it was my impulses! They told me to run, otherwise I wouldn't be running right now, and I wouldn't be talking to you, and you wouldn't be snickering, why are you snickering by the way?" He spoke quickly.

"Private joke, sorry." Vincent said quickly, still smiling at the guy who seemed a little bit off his rockers. "Haven't started a good streak yet, and I was surprised to see someone in high spirits." He reasoned, thinking how extremely odd it was that the nobles were suddenly getting stranger. Or maybe they were just losing their minds? Oh well, not that he minded. Insane or not, he would still talk to them anyway. Boredom and the urge to make friends cannot be simply abolished. "I'm Vincent, by the way. So... do you always run around here in he courtyard?"

"Oh, uh, good streak? I've never heard that term before, but it sounds like...something you don't want to know about." Hecton said awkwardly. "I'm Hecton. I don't always just run around here, just when I feel a strange, overwhelming urge too!" he laughed nervously.

"Good streak, as in consecutive good luck." Vincent explained, finding Hecton to be a little odd. Was he sane? He had a feeling Hecton have strange urges a lot.
It makes him smile a bit more, not mockingly, but more of an amused-kinda. He doesn't usually get to have the opportunity to meet odd people like the guy. "I haven't seen much people in a good mood. It was a relief to see you, I almost thought everyone's on a bad mood today." He jokingly added.

"Oh, yeah, I'm immune to everybody's-in-a-bad-mood days!" Hecton laughed. "And I guess you are too, since you haven't glared at me, or snapped at me, or done the regular not immune to everybody's-in-a-bad-mood kinda things!" He finally stopped jogging in place, and hunched over, putting his hands on his knees and panting. Then he swore, seeing his pajama shorts. "Okay, am I seriously wearing these right now?"

Vincent laughed at the other guy's enthusiasm. Merlin, the only happy person is the crazy one. I guess it makes sense, he thought as he listened to the Hector. It took him a second before he snickered again when apparently the dude didn't notice what he was wearing before he decided to go and run around with those clothes. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can see it too." He told the guy, "That's one of the reasons why I was snickering earlier. Not the main reason, but a reason still."

"Wow. I seriously need to keep track of what I'm wearing when I get an impulse. These are really tacky! When did I even buy these?! Or was it my stepmom? She packed some of my stuff, because I was busy...uh, partying!" Hecton said. He hadn't actually been partying. PEggy had just insisted on helping him pack.

Partying. Yeah. That sounds a bit fake, but Vincent wasn't one to care. If Hector was going to lie then he would be a good guy and believe him. "Tacky indeed. Cool fashion sense." He said, smiling sincerely as he said so. At least the guy he was talking to wasn't one of those guys who likes to look fancy but always fail. "Pretty unique, which is much better than those guys who look the same." He added, not minding the fact that perhaps he was being too kind and condescending. He was just about to comment about something that might be interesting, but his eyes fell on his wrist and he saw the time. "Anyway, I gotta go. Got stuff to do, but it was nice to meet you." He said, flashing a smile before walking away with a wave.