Highschool AU: Lunch Room! {Rules Edited!}

"He just bites people he doesn't like," Arkady tells Avalon. "Well, and sometimes people it does like. But, y'know... affectionate biting. Sort of."

The track has been hot under the summer sun and Max has been doing laps for what feels like an unreasonably long amount of time, even considering his stunningly toned physique. He pauses at the benches and picks up his water bottle and towel.

The first few mouthfuls begin to cool him down, the rest is poured straight over his head, slicking his straight dark hair flat and gleaming off the finely tanned and toned muscles of his shoulders. Almost glittering before he shakes the water away from him.

He mops at his face with a corner of the towel, then slings it over his shoulder, hefts his gym badge and starts to head towards the lunch hall, to put it to good use. His manly appetite knows no bounds after such a good work out.

He passes under the Entry hall clock on his way in, just shy of half 12, then opens the double doors of the hall and steps in neatly past Mister I. He winks at Mia, mutters "Hey" and then steps neatly around the big dog, then grabs a tray from the pile at the front before piling it high with food.

Mia is torn. On the one hand - Mister India; the much-deserved commeupance thereof. On the other - flagrant disregard for school authority!

Predictably, the latter wins out.

"There is no conceivable way in which that thing does not possess every disease known to dog or man," she informs Arkady, primly.

Then turns to Mister I. "Actually, I think you'll find that there is no trace of last term's perfectly well-policed food fight to be seen," she says. "That said, slight blurring of the vision may be symptomatic of all kinds of worrying conditions. Migraines at the least. Very unfortunate. Particularly in a man of your age. Serious cause for concern, potentially. Right, Arkady?"

It is then that she is all but ambushed by the sight of one stunningly toned physique. Attached to the most irritating man she has ever had the misfortune of greeting. She rolls her eyes, but says nothing in response.

Max prowles back through the lunch hall, he nods back to Eva, grinning charmingly, knowing exactly the looks he is getting from most of the girls in the room. Being the star runner of the Track team, as well as all round sportsman has it's perks.

He sits down at a table behind Mia, admiring her as she stands debating with Mister I, listening idly to the conversation, at mention of biting he stares at the dog until it sits obediently beside Mia, tip of its tail flicking in a quick almost wag.

as it sits he nods, and starts to devour his lunchtime meal, wolfishly.

"Your concern about my eyesight is appreciated, Miss Mulholland," he smiled, putting his dark glasses back on, "but I think perhaps you should be more concerned with your attempting to pick a fight over the smallest of issues. Not everything is an argument, and occasionally it pays to listen to those... in authority."

Eva's smirk broke out into a full on grin at Ellie's question.

"Something like that." She replied, smugly, before a soft lulling aria began to tumble form her lips. It didn't take long for a few birds to fly in the window and start to circle around her head. She held out her hand and let one land carefully on her finger.

"I sing."

Rover, sitting obediently on the ground, abruptly stands up and growls threateningly at Byrd, as if resentful of its momentary lapse of dominance. He barks angrily. "I WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL SLOWLY, FOR AN ETERNITY", he seems somehow to be saying. What he actually says is 'arf arf arf', of course, but somehow the former seems more appropriate.