The end of the month had rolled around, and as Madarai expected, the hotheaded all star had renewed their current contract. Not that he minded any, Leon was a fairly fun client with plenty of people after him, unaware of their fate as mere prey. Stalkers, exes, the list of people to watch for was extensive (for now, anyway). The two were presently in the recreational room of Kibougamine Academy's main course building, where Leon was fumbling around with a mess of cords in hopes that he could eventually figure out which went into the practise amp and guitar he had nabbed from the music room.
"With all due respect, Kuwata Leon, you've been at this for awhile now, perhaps we should consider attending class, instead."
"Why? Classes don't even frickin' matter as long as we pass the practical exams." Leon paused for a moment after saying this, as something dawned on him, and he whipped around to face the giant in the corner of the room.
"Wait a sec! Who're you t' tell me I should go t'class?! You follow me when I do, an' we're in different batches! Y'ditch class everyday t'stand next t'me!"
Madarai paused for a moment, as if his hypocrisy was just as much news to him as it was to Leon. This resulted in a bit of a pause, for scripting, before he gave his reply.
"...You are completely correct, but I am your bodyguard, and therefore sworn by my obligations to rarely ever leave your side."
Leon rolled his eyes at this, "Can you just slap that response on anything? Honestly…"
"Yes. It's basically my purpose, after all."
"Don't yah ever get tired'a all that, though? Don't y'wanna get a girlfriend or somethin' while y'still can? I mean sure, y'ain't the /best/ lookin' guy, but there's always that one person." He gave something of a snicker before he continued, "I'm sure that tongue'd get yah some popularity."
Madarai seemed to choke on his saliva a bit at the last part, he got comments like that a little too frequently, and they always flustered him. "I wouldn't have the time for such things...a bodyguard has little time to themself, and even less for a significant other."
"Ah, come off it. Seems like you're always in at least two places at once, anyway…" It was then an idea struck him, a way to get the bodyguard to drop the overbearing and reserved air about him, and solve a completely different issue in one fell swoop. "In fact, that gives me an idea."
"An idea?" He didn't like the look on the all star's face, not at all. Something about it was uncharacteristically cunning, as if the Leon had revealed a true talent nothing short of the Super High School Level Puppetmaster.
"You'll see, big guy….you'll see." He then snapped back to his usual self, a huge smile plastered onto his face, "Hey! Got the amp hooked up! Time for the concert!"
The bodyguard's face was a mask for a bottomless vortex of suffering as he had to listen to Leon's "music," not even his general suspicion of most being able to penetrate the awful noise cramming his head. Leon's plan was safe for now.