Epsilon Mata
"Of course." Epsilon replied with a smile. "Now, back to my original question, are you okay?" He asked, scooping up the papers scattered all over the floor and handing them to her. His black wings fluttering behind him as they always did when he wasn't flying. "I'm sorry! I gotta get to my homeroom! Addio!" He said after having glanced at the nearest clock. That was when he realized he'd slipped into his mother-tongue, Italian, great. He really didn't need to be speaking Italian at a school in freaking America! He sighed, he couldn't help it anyway, it happened regularly, he had grown up there after all. Ignoring that, he quickly headed off to his homeroom, golden-red eyes carrying an expression of obvious annoyance, he did not want to be late...










