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"What's a Pidge?" she looked at Tybalt, "No no um, I have a boilfriend okay? Why should there be any choices?" Amphi was just shaking her head back and forth. Only stiffening at the raum's clear objection of liking Selene. Because she was a snake?

"Well....I guess it would be hard to like someone who is higher on the food chain then yourself?" She said innocently.

Tybalt tilted his head to the side. "ROM?" He repeated curiously. "You're a piece of predator computer..? Don't try and fool me! I'm not stupid y'know! How do you explain the feathers then?" He demanded in a 'don't lie to me' kind of tone.

Enzo glared, hackles raising at the sudden quip, "Who you callin'a roach motel, fleabag??"



He raised his fists, stepping toward the grinning dog boil incredulously.

"That's racist!!" Enzo snarled, regardless of what sort of garbage usually came out of his own mouth, and suddenly lunged for the smug dog with a punch, bobbing and weaving about the desks. Stupidly, the few remaining rats that hovered at his feet reared up to try a similar pose, although their little pink hands were a lot less threatening.

Tybalt knew the boil was angry. But like usual didn't have the brain cells to actually stop himself from provoking him further. Instead--



He hit him back and joined in the flailing, punching, and probably biting.

"YOUR MOMMA WAS A RAT TURD!" He yelled a little too happily.

So very mature.

As uncomfortable as it was, Thackery had to come to terms with the fact that he'd have to face the rest of the student body eventually. He was too close to graduation to stop attending classes now, and dancing around the problem didn't ever fix anything., so apologies could come sooner rather than later.

But his confidence only lasted so far this time. He walked into the classroom with his head held high, waving to a few familiar faces, signed his name at the very top where it could easily be seen--

--and quickly slipped into a place near the back of the classroom, sinking down in a way that seemed to imply he thought he could make himself invisible.

"Why did I think this was a good idea," he mumbled to himself, fidgeting with one of the keys he wore.


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Someone else filed clumsily in behind the Cerberus, hands clenched into fists. Fists full of ZALGO pamphlets. So many potential disciples here! Zeek nearly vibrated with excitement. Or, really, his drippy tentacles already were, twitching in the direction of some of the other students nearby. Yesss, he could talk to them all when the class was finished! That was allowed here, right?

He fished a small notebook from his bag, labeled 'AMITYVILLE HANDBOOK' through a bunch of smudges and scrawls and various hiccups, and began to thumb through it. In fact, the whole thing was handwritten, and looked entirely unofficial.

Somehow he'd managed to find what he was looking for, nodded thoughtfully, and stuffed it back into the bag.

Now he just had to wait.

His mouth curled into a frighteningly twisted crescent as he examined his peers with unblinking eyes.