Dancing With The Devil 2.0

[Looshi]

It had been a while for Oliver. Being mentor-less, that is. It wasn't a strange feeling, it was more of a terrifying one. It meant he was going to TRIM, whether he liked it or not. It's what he expected ever since he ended the program. He was Oliver, and Oliver wasn't good at anything. Nor deserved to be.

Oliver patted down his uniform, looking for any stray fibres that would be sticking out. He thought of all the scenarios in his head. His new mentor wouldn't like him, they would send them off to TRIM as soon as they saw his scruffy face and his hunched demeanour. Worst of all, they would point and laugh at his uniform, saying he was wearing it wrong. Maybe he was wearing it inside out and he didn't notice? He looked over his clothing again, anxiety seizing him like a wave of... Anxiety.

He stood outside his mentor's office door. He felt queasy, like his head was going to explode into a thousand pieces or more. Even when he was dead he'd still be blamed for messing up things. Before he had been given the news of a new mentor, he had been happy - happy knowing his fate. It had been easier to take the beatings from other Candidates knowing it would be over soon.

This ruined everything.

After fifteen minutes of staring at the door, he raised a shaky hand and knocked.

[Anadwen]

What a crappy day. Toshi wasn't amused at the least when he got the news of mentoring some young stage 1 idiot (again), not after he hasn't slept for 72 hours and counting, and was running on coffee and caffeine pills to catch up with all the paperwork he needed to do. And so, he spent all his time inside the office, not even bothering to change his clothes or clean the cup of coffee.

And when his student finally knocked, he moved to open the door like he looked.

Without a jacket, and his shirt was half unbuttoned at the chest, sleeves rolled up above his elbows and a part of it untucked from the trousers that looked like chewed and then spat out by Reijingusan's huge jaws. His skin had the color of a corpse, or old paper, and his narrowed, sleepy eyes were lined by rings almost the color of midnight sky. The mess of black hair on his head was even worse than most days, too long and too unkempt for a pilot. The stained cup in his hand was just more of a testament to the state he was in, as if the fact that his clothes hung on him as if he was a scarecrow wasn't enough. If someone higher up would see him like this, he might even have a problem.

"Huh?" he asked, raising a brow at the boy, and leaning onto the frame of the door as he threw it open. "Is that you... Err..." He pinched at the bridge of his nose, trying to recall the boy's name. "Oldwin... No, Oliver. You're Oliver, right?" he asked, waiting for the boy to confirm it, and rubbed at his temples with one hand.

[Looshi]

"I-I-I'm O-Oliver Mavolio, s-sir." He squeaked out and kept his gaze on his feet. Oh gods, what if his name really was Oldwin? And the name Oliver was a lie? He was doubting himself, and his head was swimming of the betrayal of his family.

He didn't say anything else but stared down, and clenched his tense fits to his sides. From the brief glance he gave his new mentor, the man looked haggard, to say the least. A lump was forming in his throat at that thought, too. The fellow had no time for him; already busy doing pilot-y things, no doubt. Not that Oliver minded. He expected it.

[Anadwen]

Giving the boy a slight nod, Toshi moved out of the way. "Come in, Oliver." he replied, his usual cold voice sounding somewhat tired and distasteful. He didn't have time for this. As soon as the boy would walk in, he closed the door behind him, and moved towards the dose of coffee and kettle with water in the corner of the office. The only personal thing inside - well, except for his shoes and jacket in the corner. Really, the man was walking only in socks.

He started making coffee, and for a moment turned to his new student with another, somewhat smaller glass in his hand. "Coffee?" he asked, raising one brow a little. He could surely make for two if the boy would want some...

With a yawn, he rubbed his eyes as the water was boiling, and moved towards the desk to pick up Oliver's file. Well, file... Just another load of data on a portable tablet. His eyes swiftly scanned it - as swiftly as he could force them to - and let out a sigh. "You're the electrogenesis candidate." It wasn't a question, only a plain statement.