Note just chuckled. "Yeah, well, welcome to my life. I dela with iZTEAM stuff whenever I'm not forced to go to school, so in that case, that means plenty of swearing when your blundering groupmates go and, say, explode the last sample that you have something." He piled out a key and unlokeda nearby door. "Come on in."

He smiled again faintly and pulled his wings in as tight as possible,his tail already around his left leg,and ducked as small as he could his new height and walked in,keeping to the side and tried to stay out of the way.

"Just take a seat wherever." Nicote had opened another door and gestured around at the surprisingly neat room, which included various tables, items, and a few swivel chairs.

. Well, half of it was neat. THe far side was...a royal mess. "Apologies for the mess. I can't keep anything in order to save my life." Nicote limped over to one of the many tables, setting his crutches to the side before reaching out and starting to work on what looked like a sound system. "****, how do you even ruin that part of it but not this **** part?" he muttered.

He gave a faint nod,and unlike an NORMAL person,he sat over in a corner by habit and curled his tail over his lap neatly,his wings folded at his sides,the blades on his left wing clanking slightly. He tuned out the cusses that where used,automatically,and sat there as still as possible as if...not to be noticed...it was something he usually did for his own safety at his fathers home.

Nicote tossed a screwdriver over his shoulder and it his a screen. BRS started to play.

"Nicote! Turn it down!" A voice yelled.

Nicote rolled his eyes and turned it down one notch. "Sheesh. You'd think my brother would be used to his suff by now but nope." He said to Sean

He nodded in a silent reply,understanding his position. He would think after a few years the teachers would be used to his forms.

Nicote finished work on the...thing...and, grabbing it under one arm, he awkwardly hobbled with only one crutch to the door. Or tried to, anyways. It was pretty slow going. Not that Nicote had done this beore, but he was surprised he didnt' hae giant muscles from this kind of stuff after al lthese years.

Sean saw his hobble and shot to a stand,coming over to the other boy. "I-I could help." He offered.

Nicote ganced over. "Sure. Here, you can take this, just bring it to the counter up front and leave it there. I just have to mark up which one I've done so the others don't try to fix what's been fixed." He handed the large box-like object off to Sean, before grabbing his other crutch and going to the door, opening it. He went across the hall and knocked on another door. "Yo Al, where'd you leave the order sheets?"

"Front counter, left side. And turn down that music!"

"You're ***** blasting Green Day yourself, I can hear you." Nicote grumbled, limping to the front and poking throug ha stack of files under the counter.

Sean held the box thing close,his wings carefully cradled around it so that he didn't drop it,and he followed the the front desk,hauling it up and sliding it carefully up onto the desk.