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"What type of Reaper?" It was best to know what family he was in and where the business associates he spoke with came from.

TG leaned over the cushion and the arm of his chair to look over at what Roch was Gruegeling at the moment, and guessed that talking shop in Human Studies was as better time to pass the time as any. Roch was an adviser in many ways, and he would take him up on any assistance when his vehicle (whatever he decided on) ever needed repairing (friends with discounted prices of course).

"Three?" He wasn't well informed about three wheels. He'd seen some rather sweet images of motorcycles and flashy cars, but he only ever rode in carriages or long, black, processed cars. The ones embedded in Fear-Striking Black and billowing smoke as it went.

"Greetings Miss Mitzi," Yin replied, as always a bit uneasy around a ghoul. "I am well. May I ask how you are?" He had not seen the ghoul since just after Scarentines, at the gathering for pizza, and that had been a somewhat distracted time for him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that his bonded had put his name on the board and was walking toward him, smiling. So Yin smiled back and started to lift his hand in greeting.

No, not toward him, his goal seemed to be passing by the mantodae to go to some other part of the room. A confused look crossed the weremantis' face. Had he upset the zomboil in some way? Did he want him to tell him which classes he was going to so that Alexander could also attend those classes? Did he want to take a class without Yin to take a break for him? Feeling rather distressed and unsure of what to do he finally remembered that his hand was halfway up in greeting and pulled it awkwardly back toward his chest. Yep, nothing awkward here.

Anna cringed inwardly at Ulmuka's introduction, but fortunately the elegant demoness (so elegant! those clothes!) didn't seem bothered by the knowledge that she had thrown paint... or cake... or other things...

She turned a bit pink with repressed embarrassment. "N-nice to meet you - I don't, um, usually throw things," she added, quickly. Just in case. "Oh..."

That last was directed at the strix's reaching out to Shibey. The incubator tilted his head up calmly, keeping his gaze on the oncoming hand. < Behind the ears, if you MUST, > Shibey said, finally, making himself audible to both Ulmuka and Edel.

"I think red would be too much. Stand out. Never blend in." He recited the end part as if quoting someone, but didn't touch on who. If he was red and the vehicle was red, he wouldn't be as noticeable. "Black." He regarded the image, and then tilted his head. "Maybe some detailing." He always favored flames, but that was counting cockatrice before they were hatched, and a bad practice.

Done looking, he flopped back into the cushions of his seat and relaxed. "When you get back from the trials, I'd like to hear about them. I won't be attending." He just arrived and wasn't one to be judged. It also required a group, and he didn't trust himself to be judged among others he had yet to select and determine were valuable enough to be around him. In the end, it wasn't necessary to go, and there were plenty of volunteers.

Riyo caught the nod Shun gave her and simply turned her head upward in return. She didn't like Shun. He knew that, but the ghoul wasn't going to up and start something when everything in-between them was still and quiet.

"Yes, well. That's what I came for." Without hesitation, the ghoul held up the pancho to show the lycan before tucking it under her seat (just in case). "I keep hoping this class will get better if I take it more. Like all the crazy s**t is some sort of initiation into the real human studies... But at least it seems calm this time. I rather like the furniture." Seemed calm. Just... Seemed. Riyo would say no more about it.

"It'd look good in black, even dark green if that's your thing," Roch said. "You'd have to do some callin' around, and you might even have to special order, but I bet that thing would be jackin' fun," he added, grinning as he pictured it.

Then the talk of the trials came up. He shrugged. "I just hope I don't die too often," he said with a shrug. "I'm gettin' tired of bitin' the bullet over and over again."

Mort had gone and Yin was busy, so Taryn just grinned and pulled out the chair on the other side of her. She had never really been in a class with friends, so this would be a nice change.

"Pretty good!" the ghoul chirped, nodding as she finally looked away from her school supplies, "How about you?"

If only she had been paying attention a minute or two ago, she may have seen her answer.

"Fight?" he echoed, trying not to think too much about the fact that his bonded had just walked straight past him without saying so much as a word in greeting or even waving at him. Had he not seen Yin wave? But he had been smiling, so nothing was probably wrong but...well it seemed as if the zomboil always smiled, so maybe something was? And what fight was Miss Mitzi even referring too?

"I believe that everything is fine between us," he answered, though he was really no longer certain. Desperate to move on to another subject he tried to think of something else to say. "So...um...what part of humans do you wish to study? I have always been a little partial to ribs myself..."