{ The School Office } [Re-Open] PAGE 36: THE CALLING

[Toshihiko Two]

"Alright, good. Err, would you mind doing something for me too? Just a little something. There's a teacher evaluation form we have to fill out for Career Counseling. I can't do paperwork. It goes against everything I stand for. Could you take care of my evaluation sheet? And I'll take care of the other thing. ...Alright? Deal?"

He offered Colette his hand, looking very intent about dealing with those carrots. Having trouble sleeping happened to also be against everything he stood for.  

[S a l l y S h e e p]

Oh. There was a catch. Colette might have been unhappy if it weren't for the fact she was extremely tired. Or maybe not, Barth had saved her from being maimed by Christof. Plus, she was supposed to be secretly extra-nice for getting mad over nothing.

Colette shrugged and agreed. "Sure, I can do that." It was a ridiculously easy task compared to her feeling towards those carrots anyway. She had already filled out a form for herself too.

She took his hand and shook it with a slight smile. It felt business-y, and that amused the Reaper. She just couldn't wait for a real night of sleep that awaited her.  

[Toshihiko Two]

Although touching the demon during the Truth or Dare session might have left the impression of normality, this touch was...electrifying. There was a small, audible crackling.

And while the sensation of feeling sparks between them might normally have been attributed to hormones, this had an entirely different culprit.

The back of Colette's writing hand itched, then glowed, then settled into a black, circular sigil. There was a lingering smell of smoke.

"Okay," Barth said, taking his hand back. "Carrots. Good. You can count on me."  

[DarkHeartedSorrows]

True to fashion, Nyyrikki walked in incredibly late. His hoodie was missing and his hair was mussed a wet, an obvious sign that he'd probably woken up late and thus just gotten out of the shower. His black t-shirt even looked damp. Slacker.

His chains were not missing, but were holding up his pants in the place of a belt. He just was not all-there today. With bags under his eyes and his head drooping to dangerous I'm-about-to-fall-over levels, he slumped in, slammed the door behind him, and immediately dropped to a slouched, sitting-position on the floor. He was not in fully-functioning mode yet.  

[Bilious]

Christof was about to write his grumpy reply to LW when the smell of burning flesh made him perk up, glancing back over to Barth and Colette once more where his Master was- he was- MARKING SOMEONE ELSE.

Oh no... oh no oh no oh no oh no- panic gripped his lungs, making his breath catch in his throat. Everyone makes mistakes? Rules sometimes can be broken? He had abandoned his Master ONCE and Barth was already Marking a replacement!!! He stood up so sharply, his desk screeched across the tile floor, lunging towards the two and rudely away from LW with a pained, panicked expression. HOW COULD HE??  

[S a l l y S h e e p]

ER. Okay. This felt weird. Though being around the boil had been making her feel weird recently, this was really different, yet equally confusing and foreign. She tried not to scratch the random, extremely itchy spot on her hand too - didn't want to look ridiculously weird and all, - but then it started to glow and Colette made a very concerned and confused face.

Barth, however, seemed completely unfazed once the shake was over. With her expression still in tact, Colette proceeded to pull back her right arm warmer just enough to see the back of her hand. "What the he--" she said what she managed to get out in confused tone, but wasn't able to finish as a loud noise took away her attention.

When she turned to look, she saw none other than Christof. And he seemed to be on his way towards her in a very alarming fashion. Thankful she had taken the precaution of moving a seat, as it saved her enough time to get up, she mumbled, "No, no, no. NO NO NO," and in a hurried pace, awkwardly climbed over seats to who she figured would protect her: Barth. Sadly, she has not really experienced otherwise nor the truth of the matter. Colette was just positive that she did not want to be beaten today, or any other day.  

[Toshihiko Two]

"Christof? Err- hold on. Hold on." Not as loud or forceful as last time, but there was definitely a sharp yank from Christof's mark.

Which was still there, by all accounts.

Barth was not entirely sure what was going on but he was pretty sure Christof was going to hit him. He slouched closer to the floor. Hitting in the school office was a very, very bad idea.  

[Bilious]

The hunchback froze, of course, his scarf loose around his neck and a miserable expression on his face as he reached a trembling hand out to point towards Colette's hand accusingly, eyes locked on his Master on the floor.  

[Toshihiko Two]

"Well, yes, but it's only a little favor," Barth said, straightening nervously. The full-on charge seemed to have stopped, anyway. "And I've read the paperwork you fill out. There's backtalk in it."

Christof had an emotional side, Barth decided.

"Sit down. Err, please." The last thing they needed was double detentions.  

[Kyrieko]

A very surprised squeak escaped the she-wolf and she ducked down before deciding to scramble over her desk to the next one once Christof's desk threatened to smash hers. What...what had just happened? It couldn't have been something she had said. Her eyes were huge as she watched him go after....oh.

That was the ghoul he said hated him. Something had obviously happened that LW missed. The she-wolf's violet gaze narrowed on the Lazy one. "Did you do something?" She asked, gaze flickering to patches. LW remained crouched on the top of the desk she currently was perched on, not paying attention to see who was sitting in it (if anyone). "Will you...please apologize for whatever you did? Or...something?" She sighed at Barth. The she-wolf had a headache now.  

[Huni Pi]

Tess was startled when the reaper boil slammed the door. Instinctively she positioned her wings to shield Amrita, thinking it was Hellma. But wasn't the Headmistress' usual entrance more... Flashy? Or shadowy? What? Something like that. She let a relieved sigh that it was just the reaper boil with the chains she met recently.

She would have waved to him until the commotion from the patchwork had her all but flying away towards the walls. Oh Jack, fighting in the office? Where the Headmistress was probably watching? Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad, bad idea. What was that boil thinking?! Probably wasn't, Tess assumed.  

[Ary Keeyara]

Coralie didn't mind so much that she had detention. Maybe that would seem strange to people (such as Morton, even), but honestly, she saw nothing to regret about their game the other night. It had been fun, more fun than she'd had in a long time and that, she felt, was worth it. Not only that, but detention could be interesting, right? She doubted it could be dull, with the amount of students that were going to be forced to attend. So she had headed over to the office and finally made her way in among the mass of other students. She raised a brow to see some of the students were a little upset, but otherwise she seemed just as normal as when she'd been sitting around the circle during Truth or Dare.

"Hey everybody, you ready for this?" She seemed amused.  

[S a l l y S h e e p]

Colette stood next to Barth with her arms folded against her chest, feeling very uncomfortable that Christof was now pointing at her.

Yes, of course she was the reason he sprung up. He wanted her, he wanted to maim her like all the other chances before. She knew it. She could only be relieved that Barth was here too. Christof definitely deserved detention. She wouldn't be surprised if he lived here. He should live here.

As a ghoul questioned Barth as to what he had done, Colette pursed her lips and looked at the red she-wolf. She sternly informed her of Christof's current status with no anger at her in her tone. Or, well, maybe a tad for accusing Barth; but that was only a little, really! "That boil is crazy! This is probably the third attempt he's tried to harm me."

She didn't catch the relation to "favor" and her hand, but Colette turned to Barth soon after speaking to the she-wolf and held her hand up before pointing to it. "What is this?" Colette said it in sort of a flustered and annoyed tone, though she wasn't aware of it. There was really too much going on right now for her sleepless self to handle calmly for long.  

[Bilious]

At Colette's remark, Christof glanced up with a remorseful expression, raising both hands palms out defensively to show her he really meant no harm. But how was he supposed to communicate their numerous misunderstandings? He supposed a letter would have to do. Barth had told him to sit down, and while he stood his shoulder was burning, insisting he do his Master's bidding, but the fire left in him kept him on his feet. His mouth twitched compulsively as he inched away. He wasn't crazy. He was just.... a bad Igor.

With a sigh, he reached out to gently touch Little Werewolf's shoulder as thanks for standing up for him, inching his way towards Yaya and her group of pretty ghouls. Well... he could think of worse punishments than sitting in Yaya's lap for an undisclosed amount of time. His hand strayed on LW's shoulder, inviting her to join him with the others as well if she wanted before quietly taking a seat near the Demon and Junko.

Christof slouched to the floor, until his chin hovered above the floor, sighing heavily through his nose. Well... let Barth go entrap another servant. Maybe she would have fun doing all his laundry and no proper invention-building at all. No.... no, he was just a bad Igor. A really bad Igor. He needed to have more patience for his Master. Pen still in his pocket, although he had forgotten his notebook at his previous seat, he doodled the number 3 over and over in the tiles.

((edit: minor language adjustments! derpderp!))