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Welcome to Atlantis Academy! (Lia && Chokuro)

Nikkos had a few stern words for his husband. Okay, more than a few. In his opinion, Tomias had deserved both the vase and the book, and he reminded the man that he was lucky it wasn't him who had done the damage or else there would have been more than just the two items and they would have been aimed quite a bit lower than what they had been.

With a huff, he entered the classroom, stopping for a moment to stare at the newest addition to their school. He looked...familiar. Eyes narrowed for a second, Nikkos shook the thoughts away and began the class, after pointing Andres back out and towards Relic's classroom.
 
Andres groaned. "But ... Mr. Arcule! I want to support my-- okay..>" he pouted, head dropping as he turned to make his way out of hte room, grumbling a little bit. He was pretty sure the skirt-wearing man would not have minded ifh e skipped one class for a friend. but nope. Had to make him go back. Darn.
 
"He'll have plenty of support," he promised. Shaking his head, Nikkos began class. Isri paid attention, not being able to help but notice how much this Mr. Arcule looked like him, and that he had the same powers. It was a bit eerie, really. But he was glad that it wasn't Tomias teaching the class anyway.
 
At the end of the classes, Tomias found his lover and plopped down beside him at his desk, turning to look at him with a little sigh. "New kid is... interesting." he murmured, looking down at him with interest to his features.
 
"Hmmm..." Nikkos wasn't truly paying much attention to Tomias. His opinion of their new student was biased, after all. "He seemed to like you," he teased, poking his tongue out at his husband. "Maybe you should continue to work your charm on him?" He was teasing, of course-Nikkos didn't really want to see the man he loved get hurt. "What do you mean by 'interesting'?"
 
Tomias looked up at the other, face a little more serious than normal. "He is similar to you." He murmured, looking up at him, brows furrowing. "And not just in the 'let's hate on Tomias' that you've been feeling recently. You two could be brothers ..." he bit his bottom lip, sighing a little more. "It's all I can do to not prod his memories a little bit. Maybe I'm just used to my family I never knew I had popping up out of the woodwork... but I don't know. It seems a little coincidental, doesn't it?"
 
His head shot up and a glare was afixed to his husband. "Don't you dare! And so what, a lot of students have brown hair and eyes." Nikkos pushed aside the thoughts that Isri's hair and eyes were his exact shade because really, that wasn't a big deal either. And there were a few other telekenetics in the school, too. That didn't mean anything. He told Tomias that, too.
 
Tomias sighed heavily, leaning his head against the other's lap and nuzzling his lover a little bit more. "It's more than just that." he mumbled, looking up at him with interest to his features. "Honestly. Other than the fact that you both like to abuse me and make me squirm..." he groaned and pushed his form up to sit upon the other's desk. "I just ... think that it's worth looking into. But if you want me to ignore the man that could be your brother, and trust me, I've stared at you long enough to know just how you look, and he has your nose, then sure. I'll just ignore it."
 
Sighing, Nikkos looked over to his husband and studied him. "No prodding memories without his full consent. That means no tricking him into saying yes, no bribing him, no coercing him, no threatening him. In fact, don't say or do anything to that boy until I'm able to be there to make sure you behave yourself." It wasn't that he thought that Tomias had malicious intentions, it was that his husband merely got excited about things quite easily and tended to forget to be gentle, or discreet even. Leaning over, Nikkos pecked Tomias' lips. "I have class. And I mean what I said, Tomias. Or else I'll go back to that hotel."
 
Tomias whimpered softly, his bottom lip poking out as he looked up at the other in front of him. "Stop threatening that!" he whined, falling onto the ground, arms splaying out beside him as his eyes stayed to the other, watching him begin to walk out of the room. "I love you!" he called out, turning over and closing his eyes to relax a little bit.
 
Nikkos simply smiled at his husband and waved a little as he left the office.

Classes had drained him! Isri entered his dorm and, once more, collapsed onto the bed. He'd have fallen asleep right then if his stomach wasn't grumbling for food. But he just didn't have the energy to get up...or move. He whined a little, wishing he could simply float dinner to himself, but he knew it was impossible. His powers just weren't that strong and he was too tired to even lift a feather with his mind at that point.
 
Skipping over to his friend's dorm, smiling a little bit more. He stopped in front of the door, knocking before he slid his head through the door, seeing the other and smiling a little more. "I have awesome timing." He stated, giggling and stepping through the wood all the way. He took out his basket of food and held it out to Isri. "Who's your best friend ever?"
 
Smiling, he held both hands out for the basket of food. "You if that's for me!" Was this what friends did for each other? Isri thought so, but had never had the experience to back up his theories. It was nice. He forced himself to sit up and sat cross legged on the bed, leaving more than enough room for both Andres and the basket. Pulling it close to him, the teen began to sift through it, eyes shining brightly at all of the treats that it held.
 
Andres giggled happily. Sitting down in front of him, legs crossed. His back straightened a little more while he reached in and took up a sandwich, giggling once more. "I'm glad you like my cooking. Maman taught me when I was younger! She was sooo great. Though, she actually could control fire and made the food even more hand-made." He giggled a little more, biting his sandwich with his eyes sparkling.
 
Nikkos hadn't returned to his office after classes. He wasn't ready to face what Tomias obviously saw yet. He wanted to do research before throwing some wild theories at a fourteen year old boy. The brunette called the boy's records to him (though they were of very little help) and began to research in Prometheus' extensive library, attempting to trace Isri's family lineage.

It had taken him several hours, but finally he found a detailed family tree that went back several generations and groaned when he saw the origins. He'd never hear the end of it from Tomias that he'd been right.
 
After whining a little in his own pathetic bubble, Tomias had actually buckled down and went into work. He finished up with a groan, rubbing the back of his neck. He stood up and began to move out of the office, wishing to find his love in hopes of a late dinner.
 
Gathering Isri's file and the books that he needed, Nikkos headed back towards his and Tomias' offices. It didn't take him long to run into his husband and without a word, Nikkos handed him the books with a soft growl. "Say one word and you're on the sofa." It wasn't an idle threat, either.
 
Tomias arched a brow. Taking the books,m he looked through them and smirked a little more. "Love you." He said simply before he turned and followed after him, kissing his cheeks softly, nuzzling into him a little bit more. "Wanna go get food?" Yep. just ignoring the fact that he was right.
 
Nikkos whined and rested his forehead on the other man's chest. "Why us?" he whimpered softly. It wasn't that he was upset at finding someone from his family (technically) that shared his abilities, but that he simply wanted to be normal and that didn't seem possible ever since Tomias had come into his life. "You know he's coming home with us, right?" Pulling away, he handed his husband the teen's file. "Something's wrong if there's no parental information. Which you might have been able to talk to him about if you hadn't mouthed off to him."
 
Tomias looked down at the papers and pouted a little bit more. "Well, if you'd be nice and sleep with me, then I would be a little less snippy." He grumbled a little bit more while he flipped through the files, shrugging his shoulders as he did so. "Go retrieve him then. Empty nest syndrome will consume some time I'm sure." He stated and then made his way toward the other room so that he could go and get something to eat before going home with the man that would probably kill him in the middle of the night.
 
An elbow was well placed to Tomias' gut for that comment. "If you weren't an asshole sometimes, maybe I'd consider sleeping with you." Turning on his heel, the brunette headed towards the dormitory sections of the school to fetch the boy who was, essentially, his cousin. After taking a deep breath, Nikkos knocked on the door and waited a second before opening the door and poking his head in.

"Mr. Alakesander please come with me." His voice was soft-he didn't want to scare the boy of course-but he didn't want him to think it was an option, either.

He lead the teen into the office where he was sure Tomias would have put the books and file if he wasn't there himself and offered the teen a seat.
 
Andres perked up. He was stealing his friend? his features dropped a little bit and he said his good-bye to the other before pathetically making his way down the hall to head to his dorm once more.

Tomias was sitting at his desk, pouting and brooding at his husband's comment. He did not like that his husband hated him! It made him far too sad. Pulling his knees to his chest, he turned to look at the boy his husband brought into his office, sighing softly. "Don't get too cranky. I'm not kicking you out or being anything jerkish." He sighed, leaning forward and resting his chin onto the table, eyes staying to the two to wait and see what his love would do.
 
Isri eyed Tomias closely as they entered the room. The food that Andres had brought for him had upped his strength a bit and, if needed, he was sure he could find something else to drop on the man's head to knock him back into place. Even when the words were spoken, they didn't put his mind at ease.

Nikkos spoke then, though, and guided him to sit in the chair and so he did. "What do you know of your family, Isri?"

The teen paled a bit and chewed on his lower lip. "Nothing."
 
Tomias wiggled up a little more, his legs pulling under his form while he watched the boy, sighing softly before turning to look at Nikkos. He remained silent for another moment and then took down one of the books. Flipping through it, he landed on a page and offered it to Nikkos with a little smile. He would not speak unless needed. No need to piss of f anyone.
 
Sighing, Nikkos took the book and looked at it. It was obvious that the boy was lying but...well he couldn't blame him really. If Isri's parents were like his, that'd be bad. It was obvious, though, that they were worse. And that worried him. Making up his mind, the brunette pulled a chair over to sit next to his cousin and laid the book out in front of him. He pointed to his own name in the tree, and then traced a line over a few steps and down several to Isri's own. "Your great-great-great-great grandmother was my mother's cousin. Somewhere along the line, the last name got changed-probably to disassociate themselves with someone." He pointed to the first name that had been spelled differently, watching for the boy's reaction.
 
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