[Class] The Classification and Utilization of Fear Page 11

[AyeAvast]

The tell-tale click-clack of an approaching lady proceeded her by quite a bit, but it was something she reveled in so she might have clicked a little louder than was necessary. But no matter, for the witch was heading to class! The first day of a new class with a new teacher she had never heard of before! And a new subject! Honestly, she was so excited to be back at school (though she couldn't really say why, maybe just glad she was able to go to school) that Belladonna had gotten a whole new notebook and pretty pink pens to scrawl in it with. So great was her excitement that when Belladonna happily burst through the door, she let out a rather over-dramatized gasp to see a mess of the teacher's things and some boils wrestling.
"What is going on?!" She demanded with a stomp of her foot, not usually one to preach the rules but also heavily determined not to let her first day of new class go wrong. Especially not like this!

Errr Anyone Who's Posted So Far?

 

[Bittiface]

"I'm exacting justice!" Mot yelped to the students who had filed inside the room, dragging Ketiil to the ground with him.

Kettil would be disappointed to find Mot was not all that ticklish.  

[Pales]

The Owl looked over at the first ghoul that entered, "Yes, my Reaper is just making an a** of himself," she sighed a bit.

Kettil paused after he went down peering over at the ghouls and just grinned over at them, "Uhhh, hi?"

He was very disappointed that Mot wasn't ticklish and so he just let the other boil go with a deep sigh, "You win for now...Uhhh..."

...He stared at the mess that had formed when stuff was knocked down, "Wanna help me pick up the mess?"

Wasn't like anything was disorganized now. Nope!

Spoilers: It was all totally disorganized now.  

[Bittiface]

Mot sat up as Kettil admitted defeat. Looking at te mess they made, Mot frowned deeply. "Yeah.. let's clean this up." He leveled a glare at Kettil before standing. Damn that boil! He did this!

He huffed and started to pick up the slides and papers. He had no idea if it was in order, but he piled it neatly on the teacher's desk regardless.  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Mitsu followed Shun into class looking especially tired that day. So much so that when she finally got to her seat she simply laid her head down for the time being the noise, chatter, and whatever else hardly phasing her. The only thing to indicate she was still with them was the fact that her ears kept twitching like she was trying to keep with the conversation.  

[Pales]

Kettil tried to put papers in order of some sort but he probably failed spectacularly on that font and just put everything back as he saw it (approximately) and then started to stroll back to his seat, "Not sore with me are ya, boil?" Kettil asked cheerfully, "I'm just tryin' to have a bit of fun is all. Waitin' is borin' as anythin'."

And he hadn't brought anything to do...So...
 

[Bittiface]

"You were barely here five minutes." Mot frowned, sighing. "You couldn't have drawn on the black board?" The tall grim reaper found his seat again and sat down.  

[Inle-roo]

"Oooookay then," Taima said as she took her seat, sipping her coffee. If this class involved these kind of antics, she was going to need more caffiene.  

[AyeAvast]

Well, that fight sure didn't last long. Belladonna fixed the two with a tilted frown, before she finally shrugged and maneuvered her way to a seat. The class was starting to fill up, but she was able to find one empty seat that were vacant of the few around it.
Which actually turned out to be a really bad idea... Because the witch didn't have anyone to talk to. Hrrrmmm...

"Anyone see that new episode of Inspector Spacetime?" Belladonna asked to the surrounding students, her eyes bright and sparkly in hopes that they would talk to her.  

[Pales]

"...Sometimes all it takes is five minutes," Kettil said in response with a light chuckle as he got settled again Endzela by this point flew off to the nearest window and just stared out of it - more than a little miffed with Kettil.

"Blackboards are borin', everyone draws on those," Kettil drawled thoughtfully.

Kettil glanced over at the ghouls and just smiled, "I haven't seen it. Had other things I needed ta get done."

And preferred to do but he wasn't going to say that out loud.  

[Bittiface]

Mot huffed and went back to reading his book.

Was he sulking?

Totally.  

[Blade Kuroda]

With Mitsu seated, Shun looked her over, noticing that she was looking pretty worn down. Her energy levels were worrying him a fair deal. Frowning lightly, he just stroked her hair lightly while she relaxed at her desk. Hopefully she won't fall asleep here. He'd have trouble waking her up and may have to carry her back home if she did.

Hearing the conversation pick up, he glanced to the others in the room. Inspector Spacetime? Never seen it himself.

Hm. There weren't many students in here. Had the wrong time been advertised on some of the signup sheets? That may explain why the professor was missing as well. Looking around, he just saw Mot huffing and reading something.  

[Pales]

Kettil eyed Mot for a moment or two before suddenly switching seats. He got up plopped down next to Mot and rested his head on the other boil's shoulder, "...Don't be so maaaaaaad at meee~," he sing songed at the cowboil.

Clearly an afternoon of fishing was all it took for Kettil to willingly invade personal space of another boil without shame or fear what others thought of him.  

[Bittiface]

Mot slowly set down his book as he felt the weight of someone's head on his shoulder. Irritated orange eyes slid down to the lump of a reaper sitting beside him. His eyebrow twitched.

"You're terrible." Mot scolded in a grouchy tone. He brought up a hand and made a shooing motion with it, as if shooing Kettil like the little fly he was.  

[Pixie Nyxie]

Amphi hid herself in the back of the class, staring wide eye at the other students. Biting her lip, she wasn't sure how she was suppose to go about communicating while being mute and thus, was nervously lacing her hands together and apart.

She really wished she had her voice back.