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It was starting to become clear that someone woke up on the wrong side of the coffin today as the dragon seemed to bristle more at each provocation. While Demi knew all to well when not to mess with someone, tybalt didnt seem to get the memo.

All it took was the sudden appearance of the unlucky cat for demi to forget about it. ears perked up as he sniffed the air around the newcomer and settling on the idea that it was indeed, night.

Din't take long for the hellhound to launch himself at the cat, and at tybalt as a result. with hugs. "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight." he hugged and squeezed with all the might in his arms at the both of them. favorite cat ever.

the happy reunion was cut short as the dragon decided to get in tyb's face about it, and night and himself.

It was time for a peace treaty. and the offering was a piece of bacon. "settle down grump." he tried to sate the monster with a grudge.

he was just hating on their fluffiness.

Mjoll was still sitting beside Selene's desk, actually she'd been tempted to break up the fight with Enzo. Mainly because she felt like she owed him the disservice of being showed up by a dame. However, Selene handled that quite nicely.

"Impressive." She added giving a small clap... that was until the roster crumpled and Selene started crying over it. "Huh, it's just a silly little list, it'll be okay you can get them to sign a new one." She suggested.

Scribbling on the paper she'd been given. "Besides look, I even did the classwork you gave them."



Okay well.... Mjoll kinda cheated with a picture of a winged pony but she did the assignement that was what counted right?



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Willow had zoned out watching the fighting her ears twitched looking impressed with the teacher, "Welp that's one way to break up a fight."

She sighed and started doodling on her paper. "Hm...." She'd never had to draw herself before that was a new one. It took her a while to finish, "What are you drawing Maple?"

If Rep had a rage bar, it would probably around the point where Tybalt shocked him - have started flashing and making limit break noises. He realised who he was dealing with, just not in the usual shape he encountered him. It was that ******** mutt, the one who had almost killed him repeatedly.

He threw back his head and just screamed in sheer unbridled rage. He couldn't even attack the guy or his cat crony or the golem would break.

So instead of hitting Tyb, he punched a desk instead. It didn't even have the good grace to break the way it would have if he was in his normal form, instead, his knuckles just hurt. A lot.

There was a great deal of cursing and grumbling as he wriggled out from under the hell hound. Who, thanks to Night, had fallen on him. Though by the time he managed to get to his feet again, it was just in time for Rex's scream to make him stumble back, wide eyed and surprised.

"I....I think I broke him. Lookit that!" He said, pointing at the other boil. Was a chicken ROM bad with lightning or something? He didn't zap him that much. Regardless, Rex didn't look very happy anymore. Not that he was to begin with. "Well that looked like it hurt. Did it help?" He asked. The toothy grin back in full force.

Maddy did his best not to disturb Makoto as class began. He flinched once when the lights went out, and once again when they came back on, certain that the sudden shift in atmosphere would wake he boil. But to his astonishment, Makoto slept on.

Maddy eyed the paper that was passed to him, and the box of crayons. His nose crinkled slightly. Crayons were ... poor drawing utensils. They blended far too much, and never properly. Instead, he fished about for his pen-strictor. It was currently jammed into his left pants pocket, which, fortunate for him, wasn't currently also occupied by a certain large dog. A grateful sigh escaped the boil's throat, and with that he began to fill out the sheet.

Maddy sketched quite often. In fact, he had a notebook filled with new clothing designs, and even a page or two stickied with recent magazine cutouts that he used for inspiration from time to time. His designs typically followed the curve of recent clothing trends, and occasionally detailed the client as well. So as he began to sketch and shade he sort of got lost in the flow of things, a rarely glimpsed calm washing over him despite the sleeping dog on his shoulder.

When he was finished, he lay his pen down, and promptly turned his paper back over. While he would admit he had decent penmanship, his natural form was something closely guarded and held to his heart. He didn't want just any boil or ghoul to see.

He met Molan's eyes, and fingered an okay symbol. So far at least, things were going smoothly.

Rep all out snarled at Tybalt, the only thing keeping him from leaping at the boil the awareness that golems tended to be docked out of pay and he had responsibilities now.



Still rubbing his knuckles he stood back to what he hoped was a dignified posture and smoothed out the ruff of feathers on his cloak, narrowing his eyes. "No. It didn't. One day you'll regret it."

Damien got an equally disdainful look, but with an edge of offence. "I'm no a vegetarian either!" Being accused of not liking meat products was somehow a lot worse than being called a chicken.

Molan didn't have much to say about what was going on, almost as soon as he and the Cait Sith managed to carefully finish their worksheets another fight seemed to be breaking out. That 'okay' sign was so short lived. So quickly thrown to the past with how these other students were behaving. Had they not just nearly brought forth the wrath of the rather angry professor? Wasn't that enough? This time the fight was between... the same boil from earlier and a demon. Further disbelief shone on his face as he watched. None of this would have been the least bit acceptable with his father. He'd have been sorely punished, so why, why was this acceptable?

If one looked at that moment they might have seen his eye twitching a bit from annoyance before he glanced at Maddy sadly. There was only plus to this entire situation. Makoto slept harder than a rock. He slept more soundly than the dead it seemed. Because he hadn't budged through all the changes. Not the light, not the fights, not the two boils trying to end each other in class. Nothing seemed to phase the dog.

And thank whatever stars he could that it was a fact.

He wanted to do something to halt the noise, he really did, but he felt the two of them moving or making too much of a ruckus would wake him. Honestly, as amazing as it was that the boil slept through everything, he was utterly convinced if Maddox so much as twitched incorrectly, or either spoke the fellow would wake. Instantly. He wasn't sure why, he just... had this feeling.

A weak sigh escaped him as he took to looking ahead at where the teacher was at her desk, his stare a bit worn out. He'd had to take off his bells, stress over the Inugami deciding it was time to torment them, and resist the urge to tell half of the class(okay, just three of them or so), but the fact was that they were just... so very... well the class hadn't even officially started and he felt done. He was tired and sort of wished he'd ignored that flier entirely at this point. He merely looked back to his fellow demon at that point, ears flat in annoyance as he attempted to ignore the fight over a penstrictor that was going on elsewhere. This. Was. A. Bad. Idea. He mouthed the words slowly and deliberately so he would hopefully be understand before looking back at the current riot in waiting a moment, then back again.

...another sigh.

Willow paused looking at her drawing to Maple's and a small o formed as she looked, "Holy crap Maple that's so awesome!" She said.

"Looks much scarier than what I drew for my form!" Her tail twitched, "What was it called, do you remember?" She asked her ears were perked up.