1. Fresh Prospects

It was fantastic weather when Pheeliz made his way onto campus. Everyone else was miserable, of course, the on and off drizzling was enough to drive anybody mad. Though the weather was terrible for the house-theifs(everyone stayed home on days like this) and even the average pickpocket might not necessarily see it as an advantage, the trickster in the young man saw it as a glorious way to prey on folk's emotions. Gloom and doom meant people were more willing to be coaxed into "something fun" and nervous freshmen like himself were no different.

Within moments of entering into the thrall of students mulling onto the grossly over-sized campus, the man-child had already swindled some of his classmates out of their pocket money. It wasn't too difficult...he had just set up a small betting pool against himself. Rather than hide his talent and skills, the young man had long ago decided to play them for laughs here. To get caught slipping into his old habits could get him found out...but if he treated it like sleight of hand, he could claim that the landowner's son he'd stolen his education from had picked it up to better entertain Ladies. So, pocketing his reward for having knicked another boy's coin purse while he was bragging about his pickpocket defense get up, the bright young man tossed his small travel sack over his shoulder and took off up the stairs to his dormitory.

He caught sight of a rather broad specimen of man heading down the hallway. Though certainly in support of the Ladies, Kiplin was an equal opportunity observer. The fluff of blond curls stood out, but the young man had already made his way past him by then. Of course, that gave him an excuse to glance back and catch view of something else entirely. "Not bad." He muttered, fingers moving to scratch at the scruff on his chin. Glancing at the numbered doors, he tried his key at last, grateful that it turned. As tempting as it had been to forgo the key and pick his way in, it'd be pointless to reveal all the tricks the young master had up his sleeve.

Sliding into the double, he noted that his dormie had already arrived and left again. Assuredly, it would be the blond brute that had passed him on his way up. That's just how Pheeliz's life worked. That the other had sparked a feeling of past meeting only made it more impossible for the other boy...man? to be his room mate for the year. A dark smile stretched at his unshaven face with the thought...part of him strongly hoped to find out that Mr.Light and Handsome would turn out to be just enough of a jerk for him to have fun playing with.

Travel had taken something out of him, and unlike his classmates, he had very little desire to be out and about when he was tired. That was how thieves got caught, and until he had thought of a good reason to go by Kip rather than the given named he had stolen, he wasn't going to leave anyway.

Dropping his knapsack by the foot of his bed, he plopped on top of the bed. As his eye for quality had previously assessed, this year was going to hold some of the most wonderful sleep when he was using his bed for that particular purpose.