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The next thing he knew, Jericho was being tugged on towards some others. Neither of these two boys were present at his... 'rescue' from what he could remember. The one demon was kinda pretty, though. It was kind of strange, but he couldn't help it.

"... Hi. Sorry if you already know me. My memory isn't quite what it used to be," he said somewhat sheepishly to the two demons.

"The books are on the shelves, your dumbass." Marzena said exasperatedly. Gabriel wasn't that stupid, right? And yet she felt the need to explain something that should be clear to everyone because he was really acting quite dumb and she didn't understand why. Boils.

A squashed seal wasn't something she was particularly happy about, and so she squatted down and attempted to push the rolling Gabriel off Sibyl. "We're supposed to be doing research. This is a library, Gabriel."

Oh Jack, it was as if she had to be a mother to these two.

"Groups." Christof signed with a quick forceful movement, not caring what plans to hide on the sidelines Barth had. "Jericho. Amnesia." He glanced to the apparently Raum demon with an Igorly looming and expression of disgust.





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Enzo stared down at the fresh note with a carefully bottled expression. "LOADA' KELPIESHIT." He snarled, throwing the paper down. That was the last straw to suck what effects remained of Amarus's brew. He was officially grumpy and disappointed and now had three appointments he was more than likely going to skip- or at least attempt to.

Gabby stopped rolling all over Sibyl, forcing down a giggle as he stood up and picked her up like a suitcase, wrapping one arm around her waist. "Yeah, yeah, books. You got any preferences, mom?"

"Rex" Rep said gruffly, giving the monstrous stitched man a glare to rival his own, he wasn't the only one who could do moody. He was having a bad day and at this point was pretty ******** happy to share it. "Cheerful isn't he?" he said with a brow raise at Christof.

Jericho though got a very rapt sort of look, particularly his wings.

"Are you a dragon?"

He might have sparkled. Just a little.

Even though Mira had technically been the motherly figure while their mother had been... away, it had been difficult for her to handle all ten younger siblings. And so, Marzena had also grudgingly taken up that role somewhat, attempting to rein in Ada's pranks hadn't been an easy task, especially when Radek wasn't much help. This current situation right now? It certainly reminded her of having to discipline her younger siblings.

"Gabriel." She said exasperatedly. At least he had stopped trying to make a selkie pancake. "Let's focus on class, shall we? And then we can get out of the library and roll around I don't even--"

"Any natural forms you're interested in studying? Sibyl?" It wasn't as if she wanted to be stuck here mothering these two forever either.

Christof's eyes narrowed. "Need-to-do-assignment," He signed in sharp, quick hand motions, "Can-take-out-book-after-research. Complete-task." He gave Barth's horn a sharp flick as though reprimanding a bad dog. Just because his Master was looking especially handsome didn't excuse him from staying focused. That was why his Igor was there, clearly. Christof drank it in.

He shuffled to eye Rex suspiciously. Another demon... and a bird demon, besides. The hooked protrusions along his larger shoulder prickled and sharpened.

His attentions returned to Jericho, mouth twisting a moment. There were a million things he wanted to ask, but now was not the time. It was just good to see him looking... well, not crippled for one, and also looking more himself than ever.

He still wondered if Mistress was angry. He was too afraid to ask.

I’d pick something with natural forms in the title, I guess.” Andrew watched the chaos caused by the teacher and students, which… AJ seemed to join into. At least AJ was on the list. “I think he’s busy.” That voice sounded oddly familiar. Liked a certain mini pet. He had a feeling it was not coincidence.

“I suck at reading or rather… paper and I just don’t get along… So, I’m just gonna go grab another 2 people for our group."

Andrew watched as one of the boils form the fight earlier attempted to negotiate with the other librarian and was handed yet another detention slip. He walked over. “You know, just doing the work would probably help you avoid those. Come join my group, or you can just take a nap at our table, I don’t care.” Andrew didn’t actually care if the boil did work… but he seemed interesting, maybe even interesting enough for deals. He liked that idea.