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Sharpie was the first to notice Amphi as he was facing the right direction, sitting up higher he waved both paws back at her purring happily. "Ammmmphiiiiiii~!"

This of course caused False to turn grinning at the sight of Amphi leaning over her desk waving like a mad hatter. That was all the invitation False needed to get up moving over to take a seat on Amphi's desk running a warm heated hand through her hair, "Long time no see Amphi, here I was wondering if you went off to sea without saying good-bye to us."

Sharpie had meanwhile climbed into Amphi's lap, careful not to ink her like he did the classwork. He was a gentlemen after all. If he wasn't, no pets, only gentlemen cats got pets.

And Sharpie, for the record, was one classy mother#$*(er

Tybalt's grin only grew wider at Rep. In fact, he looked just a little too happy at that threat.



"Sure we can play later!"

Perhaps that was because he misinterpreted it.

Damien rather enjoyed being called a good dog. the self serving smirk he put on when Night decided to scratch his ears we just a delight as his tail thumped on the floor. "bad job night, you stole the seat and ruined my hug for you." yes night was a bad bad cat."

naughty Kitten. the pout of sadness was all that he had left for the boil after all the scratching, unless he decided to do more.

Why the dragon was flipping his jacking s**t made no sense to demi, tilting his head at the odd roaring monster with the temper problem. "whatever boil." he muttered out loud, rolling his eyes at the beast. what was wrong with this guy, he had to wonder if it was inflicted with the strange insanity like the others.


Only tybalt could be happy to hear a threat. oddities all around him. it made no sense. The incredulous look on his face was just trying to burn a hole into the black dog.

Maddy had just begun to notice the quarreling around them. A dog, a bird, and a ... pen-strictor?? They were honestly arguing over a pen-strictor of all things!?? The frown on his face only deepened as he turned back to Molan, and allowed an exhausted sigh. One of the reasons he generally didn't mingle with commoners. They were ill-bred, with no manners or taste. He contemplated tossing his own pen-strictor into the mix just to gauge a reaction. But really, that would be a poor decision. He might need it later, and, with Makoto against him ... His tail flicked slightly. At any rate, they didn't want to become so loud as to wake Makoto. That was a bad bad idea. He eyed the quarrel a moment before glancing back to Molan.

The poor demon was wilted on the spot. He had clearly had enough of this, and the cat couldn't really blame him. As silent and still as he could manage, Maddy reached up and pulled off his cap, placing it across the boil's forehead with the faintest pitiful smile. He motioned with a tugging gesture in front of his face, mouthing the words: Lay your head down. Tune it out.

“I’m sure we’ve all broken a rule once or twice,” Efflo said, laughing and patting Frost on the shoulder. “I simply meant that you would refrain from trying to make us lunch.”

He was glad Calder had accepted the minty offering, Efflo only knew so many people (and let’s face it, they were pretty much all sitting in front of him) and it would be awful to have them not get along! He stared in awe as the kelpie shared his paper, two natural forms?? Efflo was astounded; Calder had reached all new levels of cool.

“Two forms? That’s impressive, Calder! How did you get two? Your stallion form looks so dashing, you really haven’t changed into it yet?” Efflo was babbling a little bit, but horses were about the only subject in which he was fluent… It was nice to talk about something he liked.

He turned to look at Olivia’s drawing, smiling brightly. It was so good! And really colorful, it looked like she’d used all of her crayons. Efflo was a bit jealous; he only really had reason to use two colors, which was obviously not nearly as fun. “It’s such a good drawing Olivia! Who are those other creatures?” he asked curiously. He then watched as she added something to the bottom of her page, surprised when it turned out to be a miniature version of him! A soft blush rose in his cheeks, that was really sweet of the ghoul… Suddenly Efflo was again and at a loss for words.

“You didn’t have to do that! But you made me look great… T-thank-you,” he added trying not to act all flustered. Nice gestures always surprised him.

The boil shifted in his seat, quickly turning his attention to Frost. His ears perked… Him, handsome? Here he thought that Frost would help distract him but the other boil just made him blush even worse. Thankfully, he could never turn as red as someone with paler flesh but it was noticeable all the same. He chose not to comment on Frost’s remark (his reaction made things pretty obvious anyway) and instead grabbed at the Wolfos’ paper. “Frost!” he chided, “Let us see! I’m sure it’s very good...” Efflo held it up, examining it. He read the description, eyes growing wide. “Bigger than a horse?” he exclaimed, unable to believe it. “That’s amazing, Frost… And, truth be told, a little frightening to think about.” He grinned playfully, though a small part of him really hoped the other boil was telling the truth about not eating him. Or Calder.

“And besides, it’s an excellent drawing! Much better than mine.” It even had articulated legs; Efflo was impressed.

He hadn’t realized that Selene was making her rounds, and truth be told he had almost forgotten he was in a classroom setting altogether. Weren’t most classes supposed to be boring? So far things had really exceeded his expectations for the day… Until his glowworms got him into trouble.

“I-I… Yes, Professor Selene! Thank-you!” he replied, at her waggling finger, but she had moved on before he could explain. It wasn’t his fault; it was those darn little bugs. Couldn’t they behave just once? He sighed, slumping into his chair. The worms were lucky that they had tucked themselves all away, because they had one very grumpy pony on their hands.

While Fi was drawing Andrew was busy at work. He hadn't noticed her snapping pencils, but he he did notice that she had a lot of extra crayons left in the box. And he had run out of red.

"Hey Fi, can I have your red?"

He looked up from his desk which looked decidedly, melty: