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Lumikki's ears twitched slightly, she had scanned the room and only recognized a few students. Setting her paper down she wandered over to a student she had a few run ins with. Knowing full well this would end badly she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You drew an...uh...good natural form. But you do know boils don't turn in to ghouls right?"

She smiled reassuringly. Hoping the boil didn't do something warranting a slap.

“It’s called a sculpture. It’s art. After it dries you can just heat the table and peel it right off. I don’t get why you are all freaking out over it. It’s not even permanent. Worst come to it, you can scrape it off.”

Andrew didn't even feel it when Miasma called him a walking disaster. He didn't care what she thought of him, but Fi, suddenly started breaking the table.

"Fi, whoa, calm down." he didn't want another fight to start in the class. "It's ok. Don't let he get you too riled up." The sudden need to calm Fi cooled his own head. No, he did not want another problem coming up.

The ghoul shoved herself back in her seat and snuggled into her wings. She fluffed her feathers as she closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep calming breath. I will not break anything...else. I will not break anything she chanted to herself before she felt she could open her eyes and look at them again. Fiona directly ignored the reaper and spoke to Andrew only, "You can peel it off later?" Her mind raced off with all the possibilities she could create with Andrew's new method.

"HEAT the desk?"
Did this boil even know what he was saying?
She was about to chide him more, when she heard a splintering sound, and turned her attention to the Roc. Did she just... splinter the desk?

All she wanted was to just rile Andrew up, but she didn't expect the ghoul to react in such a way. Hmm, come to think of it, the boil was actually doing a good job keeping a level head, without destroying anything... else.

Meanwhile, Psy was busy fluttering around Roc nervously, hoping the ghoul didn't do anything dangerous.
"U-um, please don't get mad, Miasma isn't usually like this, she's just... she's just...."
The reaper only let out a sigh as she turned back around. Well, whatever, she could go harass Andrew later.

“It’s called a sculpture. It’s art. After it dries you can just heat the table and peel it right off. I don’t get why you are all freaking out over it. It’s not even permanent. Worst come to it, you can scrape it off.”

“Yeah, I mean you have to be really careful. But it you make it thick enough it generally stays together. Unusually I use a tablet, but any smooth flat surface works, as long as you can get your hand underneath to heat it. Ahhh well I guess that wouldn’t work for you but, a crayon, and a lighter should be enough to build one. Then you could get a scrapper under it and you are good. I just heat it because I’m lazy…”

Apparently he didn’t realize how dangerous it could be, or he was just used to materials that could actually withstand his abuse.
Miasma turned around. Good.

He looked at the butterfly flying around Fiona. “She’s always like that around me. She must just not like me. I am rather scary.” He wasn’t proud of that fact. It just was.

Amarus was late. Naturally. She hated going to class, and was only there for one reason: and it was sitting down talking to a few other students. Things had already gotten underway, apparently.

As she walked into the class, she made herself mostly transparent, before re-solidifying before Zel could notice her. Her bells chimed faintly with her as she walked, and her Lotus Aura preceded her as she leaned over her boilfriend and kissed him on the cheek, slipping her arms around his neck from behind. "I guess I missed sign-in, huh? Pity," she lamented, sounding distinctly like she didn't think it was a pity at all.

It was then that she looked up, and noticed whose company they were in. She didn't know Rosy or Darren but recognized them from a brief encounter at Scarentines.

Kettil, however, she did recognize. She slipped away from Zel for a moment and immediately offered Kettil a very enthusiastic hug, smiling widely. It looked like whatever had gone on recently had allowed Amarus a range of emotions to display previously absolutely unheard of. It was for the better, wasn't it?

"Kettil! Is Freya around?" she asked automatically, and then laughed at herself: "Not that you are usually together, I just got excited-- I am happy to see you," she said. At first, she sounded like she didn't understand what she was saying, but she punctuated it with a nod. Whatever she was feeling, she was pretty sure it was happiness.

Until she remembered they were in class. She looked down with a grimace at the hand-out. "I have to... do one of these?"

Zel hadn't expected his ghoulfriend to show up to class - quite honestly he was very pleasantly surprised that she had. Maybe he was rubbing off on her as much as she was rubbing off on him. But regardless, the kiss on the cheek was very much appreciated - even in the presence of company.

Zel was still getting used to having a ghoulfriend - and he wasn't quite sure what all the rules were - but public displays of affection he didn't mind at all - in fact he rather enjoyed them.

"Hello luv," Zel grinned as she slipped away to go harass Kettil. Blinking a minute he looked between the two. "Oh, so you're friends, I didn't know," he chuckled and bowed his head. Though, he should have known, given the pranking sensibilities of Kettil that he and Amarus would know each other in passing.

"Oh, how rude of me - Rosy, Darren," he motioned to the two and then to Amarus. "This is Amarus, my ghoulfriend, Amarus, this is Rosy and her brother Darren - they're friends of mine."

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Darren nodded politely and eyed the ghoul. Okay - so - maybe ghouls weren't all delicate flowers after all...

The butterfly familiar flittered nervously around Andrew.
"Um, n-no, it's not because you're scary... well, I guess you are scary, b-but, not in a bad way..."
She perched on Fiona's head.
"She's just um... she's just still holding a grudge from last time... it's hard for her to let go of these things, even though I tell her it's not important anymore..."
Her wings and antennae drooped, and she fluttered down to land on Fiona's desk.
"I'm sure if you gave her some-"
"Psy."
"Ah, s-sorry..."

The familiar flapped her wings, gave the two a sympathetic look before returning to the reaper's side.