It was often said that patience was a virtue.
Conversely, impatience could be seen as a curse. Juno was often at his worst when his nigh monumental patience wore thin. His behavior in meeting Cerise was a prime example of such a trait. Upon reflection, of course, he had questioned his choice of words and demeanor. Did he really have to be so rude to her? Sure, she was late, but he definitely didn't help matters. Besides, as he would later learn, she was from far out of town, and was new to the school entirely. While her tardiness wasn't something he would tolerate, it was justified, and his reaction was not.
A light sigh escaped his lips as he ran through forms in his own corner of the courtyard. Such simple, flowing movements, when not executed in battle to form constructs, were quite relaxing, possibly even meditative. While his troubles weren't gone, per say, they seemed lesser as he repeated the motions, guided by the small green hexagonal panels beneath his hands. Phi, in the meantime, had found her own little perch on top of Juno's shoulder, mimicking his motions as she watched him, despite being very familiar with the forms. Nevertheless, it was entertaining to watch, and had attracted onlookers in the past.