What a bore.

[THE Justin]

Stu took a few steps towards the boy, a menacing move after what had happened, and Stu's height not exactly helping either.

He extended a hand, towards the boy. His eyes were genial now, no look of malice or hatred on his face. The boy had put up a good fight, and Stu was legitimately tired, and his ankle hurt like fuck all. He smiled, a toothy grin, and awaited the reciprocation of his hand extension.

"Cain. I like it. Name's Stu. Stu Pott. Call me Stu. We will meet again, I'm sure."

[Cain]

Cain watched as the taller man walked towards him, though with unclenched fists. Cain may seem like a reckless and violent individual, but he was also a sharp and clever thinker. He knew the fight was over, and considering how the man's approach seemed more hospitable than hostile. And as the man arrived, he made a gesture that convinced Cain that their earlier tussle would simply be forgotten. Those pages would be turned. Time for a new introduction, huh?

He grabbed the man's hand, squeezing it gently, and in a friendly way, as he shook it, that smirk still on his face, mirroring the man's toothy grin. At that, he introduced himself too. Stu Pott, huh? He sounded foreign. European, most likely. British? Yeah. Cain had lived in Britain for a while, due to the student exchange programme he had participated in in 552.

"Haha, I'd like that, Stu. Now, if you don't mind, I wanna sit down and rest. My right leg didn't exactly enjoy our... Earlier introductions."

He chuckled as he let go of the man's hand, taking a few steps back, before settling himself down upon the ground, his right leg straightened out in front of him. Despite wearing pants, Cain could already tell that he would have some bruises at that area.

[THE Justin]

Stu smiled and gave a bit of a chortle at the boy's quip about his leg. Stu pulled out a pack of cigarettes, shaking one out, and holding for the boy to take one. Should he, Stu would also offer him the lighter he was using to light his own.

He inhaled deeply. He only really smoked after a fight. He clicked the lighter close, and blew out through his nose. His eyes tingled slightly, and then he spoke.

"Yeah, right proper good fight boyo. Ankle's kinda smarting a bit. Anyways, I gotta beat it, I'm not even a student here."

Stu sucked down the cigarette before flicking it off. He waved once, and then began the walk away. He had a slight limp, though he really didn't need to. No need to hurt the boy's feelings on top of everything else.

[Cain]

As soon as the junior sat down, Stu pulled something out from his pockets. A pack of cigarettes. Cain looked at it in slight disdain. He was an anti-smoker, one could tell. No, Cain did not like the smell. He simply hated it, cause of the fake adrenaline that it would provide the body with, or at least the mind. Endorphins were the only real adrenaline pumpers to Cain. Anything other than that, were pointless to him. Fighting was his drug. That was all there was to it.

As Stu offered him the pack, Cain declined with a smile, not wanting to offend the taller man as he watched him light the stick. For a moment, he wondered how it actually tasted or felt like inhaling from a death stick. Realising soon enough where his thoughts were headed to, Cain quickly pushed them away. Curiosity killed the cat, right?

"Yeah, right proper good fight boyo. Ankle's kinda smarting a bit. Anyways, I gotta beat it, I'm not even a student here."

Cain stared at him for a moment. No, he was not annoyed at being boyo. No, he was not surprised at his ankle hurting. It was the fact that this man here was not even a student. So what the hell was he doing here? He was about to ask, when the male turned around and waved himself off, before walking off. A slight limp? Cain smirked a bit, before letting out a sigh. Guess that was a question for another time.

For now... Cain grabbed his right leg, leaning back against the borders of the roof as he let out another sigh. He needed a break.