[ Poll ] Galafray's Monster Academy ~*P*R*I*V*A*T*E*~

Pointless poll tiem~!

Noob.		16.7%	[ 2 ]
HECK YEAH!		25.0%	[ 3 ]
Eggs.		16.7%	[ 2 ]
Haha.. I'm ignoring the "private" sign.. XD I'm cool.		16.7%	[ 2 ]
*raeps poll*		25.0%	[ 3 ]

Total Votes: 12

[Seven Strike]

The boy pursed his lips a bit. "Ah.. yes.. of course.. I totally believe that.." He reached over and flipped Gwen's tray. "BECAUSE I WAS BORN YESTERDAY!!" Now propping one knee on the table so he could lean closer to Gwen, he hissed, " 'I'm not a spy'.. HAH! That's EXACTLY what a spy would say!! Let me guess- you're in league with the polar bears and you're going to use your sporks of doom to pry out our brains and sell them to the Hulu Aliens in exchange for UFOs so you can take over the Galaxy!!"

There were now a LOT of people staring.

Claire- still on the floor- turned red and wished Dexter was here. She didn't know what he was but she knew he could turn invisible and THAT would be useful right about now.

[spaztastic psycho]

Gwen blinked, a bit shocked. "Dude, what's your problem?" She said, staring back the boy.

[Seven Strike]

The boy backed off the table. "Yes.. what indeed..." he mumbled, pointing a finger at Gwen. "Just know, I'm watching you. ALWAYS. So don't try anything funny, Polar Bear Agent Gwen. I own a gravy boat. And I'm NOT afraid to use it." He sat back down, feasting on the last of his eggplant.

Claire gripped the edge of the table and pulled herself onto her knees, barely peering over the table at the very.. very strange boy.

[spaztastic psycho]

Gwen nodded, "Okay then." She said. She picked up her over turned tray. Thanks Strange Boy, its not like Gwen was hungry or anything. Gwen looked back at Claire, giving her a looking. She was still trying to figure out why Claire was sitting with this boy.

[Seven Strike]

The boy, now finished, proceeded to pull out a small peice of what appeared to be white posterboard and drew strange symbols all over it.

Claire stood up and reagined her seat at the table. Most people had lost interest in the scene, mainly becuase it ended abruptly and NOT in a fight, so she could finally move about normally again.

[spaztastic psycho]

Gwen watched as the boy drew on the posterboard. "Whatcha doing?" She asked. She would have also liked to point out that the boy looked constipated, but, she didn't want him to flip out again.

[Seven Strike]

The boy, without looking up, said, "Yeah, like I'd seriously tell YOU, spy-scum."

Claire blinked. She hadn't been accused of being a spy yet so maybe... "Uhm.. what are you doing?" she asked.

"I already told your friend I can't tell you!!" he snapped. But after a few seconds, he cracked and said, "Well if you MUST know, I'm making a 'Keep Away' poster for the aliens in their language."

Claire tilted her head a bit. "And.. what language is that?"

"ALIENESE. DUH."

[spaztastic psycho]

"How'd you learn Alienese?" Gwen asked the boy, keeping the laughter at bay. Like aliens really had their own language.

Gwen then glanced around the cafe. What if there WERE aliens here. She began to ponder in the back of her mind if aliens really did eat brains.

[Seven Strike]

"That's CLASSIFIED!" the boy said, obviously annoyed. "And what do you care? You're in league with them ANYWAYS."

Claire smiled nervously at Gwen. This kid was completely out of his mind..

[spaztastic psycho]

"Oh, okay." Gwen said. She gave a small, uneasy smile back to Claire. She wanted to get up and leave this boy to... telling the aliens to go away, but, she didn't want Claire stuck with him.

[Seven Strike]

Claire just wanted to eat her lunch- which by the way was still sitting on the table, getting cold and quite unflipped.

The boy went back to scribbling. Once finished, he help up his "materpeice" to look at and smiled with satisfaction.

A student in the cafeteria who happened to be looking that way gasped a bit, feeling greatly offended.

[spaztastic psycho]

Gwen looked back at the boy. "You might not want to hold that up. You might offend someone.." She said.

[Seven Strike]

The boy huffed a bit. "Well it serves 'em right- trying to spork out our brains and whatnot." He crinkled his glasses-covered nose and set the sign down. Standing up, he mumbled, "Well bye spy and accomplice. I have a room to tinfoil- seeing as I didn't get to it yesterday." And with that, he strutted off.

Claire tilted her head a bit. "Uhm..." was all she could manage.

[spaztastic psycho]

Gwen sighed, "Well, how'd you manage to sit at a table with him, Claire?" She asked, looking at her friend.

~*~

Dexter, who is upset that he randomly appeared then disappeared, decided to show up on the radar again. Yaaay. He headed to his and sable room, pockets (and stomach) full of flowers. Yum.

[Seven Strike]

Claire shrugged a bit and smiled weakly. "It's.. kind of a long story.." Looking down at her own food, she offered, "Oh.. uhm.. I'm sorry you lost your lunch.. Would you like mine instead?"

~

Sable layed on his bed in his (and Dexter's) room. Partly because it was sexy and partly because he was in deep thought. What Emiri had said cut him really deep. He didn't even eat LUNCH. And that was weird for him. Considering cookies.