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

Pointless poll tiem~!

Noob.	10.0%	[ 2 ]
HECK YEAH!	20.0%	[ 4 ]
Eggs.	25.0%	[ 5 ]
Haha.. I'm ignoring the "private" sign.. XD I'm cool.	25.0%	[ 5 ]
*raeps poll*	20.0%	[ 4 ]
Total Votes:			[ 20 ]

[spaztastic psycho]

Glitch nodded, "Oh, I don't really mind that much." He said, then added a bit on the nervous side, "Uhm, You might not want to sit so close, if my arm spasms again, it might hit you... and... yeah... it'd probably be painful... And I don't want to hurt anyone else today... Galafray would really fire me if my arm caused me to hit someone else..." The light pink in his cheeks grew a bit darker and he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, seeing as he was still sitting on the other. He looked up, noticing now how red Claire's face was, "Are you okay, Claire? You're not running a fever, are you?" He asked, hoping that he hadn't caused any damage.

[Seven Strike]

Claire looked up suddenly. OHMYGODHESAIDMYNAME. Shaking her head furiously, she whispered, "Uhm.. n-no.. I mean YES.. I mean.. I-I'm fine!"

Layla turned her attention back to Glitch. "You know, the spasms in your arm could be caused by tightness in other areas of your body.." She moved a bit closer to the teacher and smiled ever-so-slyly. "Maybe I could give you a massage? I AM a liscensed massage therapist.."

Claire puffed out her cheeks slightly, but held her tongue. Honestly, how rude of the nurse to flirt with Mr. Glitch right in front of her! Claire wondered if she could snitch on the nurse about this..

Suddenly, the infirmary door swung open quickly. After ducking under the low frame, a grizzly looking behemoth clad in dingy blue overalls lumbered into the room.

Nurse Layla hopped off the bed and straightened the hem of her skirt. "Ah~! Mr. Ficks! Good to see you." She motioned to Glitch. "This is the patient I was telling you about."

The man moved slowly to the beside, taking a moment to stare Glitch down.

Claire cowered on her bed, moving to the farthest end from Mr. Ficks.. A LITTLE intimidating??

[spaztastic psycho]

Glitch slowly looked up, his eyes widening in slight horror as his cheeks paled slightly. Of course he was going to over react for a bit, he was in a school full of monsters.... what if this particular monster ate redheads for breakfast!! It was serious business to be worried! "H...hi..... Mr. Ficks..." He stammered, trying to force a small smile. At this point, Glitch would have rather taken his chances with the loose wires instead of allow Mr. Ficks work on his arm.

[Seven Strike]

Mr. Ficks made a low grunting noise. Slowly, he raised his massive arm and extended a thick finger at Glitch's chest. He made another grunting noise, followed by some low mumbles.

Nurse Layla stared at Glitch expectantly for a few seconds.. then realized that he PROBABLY hadn't understood that. "He wants you to remove your shirt so he can operate on your arm~!" she said with a bit more enthusiasm then she had intended to. She waited excitedly for Glitch's next move.

Claire glanced up. T-take his shirt off..? This IS the best day ever..

[spaztastic psycho]

"Huh? Oh! R...right...! I... forgot, that it... would...be in the way... and... yeah." Glitch's cheeks turned a bit red as he grabbed the hem of his (very nice, v-neck*) shirt and pulled it up over his head. He didn't so much mind being shirtless infront of people........ he just prefered to be shirtless in front of other people... that didn't include female students... or Nurse Layla. And at this point, it defenatly did not include Mr. Ficks. He folded it carefully and set it on the bed next to him, not wanting it to wrinkle, obviously. Why would anybody ever wear a wrinkled shirt! "S...So... Uhm..... You've.... uh... Fixed this... sort of, ah, problem before...... r.. right?" He looked nervous now, what if Mr. Ficks didn't know how to work on crappy cyborg arms, then what would he do, and no offence to Mr. Ficks, Glitch didn't want to be test subject number one!

(**And it's a pale blue color, in case anyone one was wondering.... just wanted to throw that out there. What? I am NOT trying to fill space in my post to make it seem longer. Pssh. That's just stupid!)

[Seven Strike]

Claire's eyes widened, too dumbfounded to even speak. Was this.. was this REALLY happening? Was the cutest teacher in the world really sitting RIGHT there in front of her with his shirt off? She discretely pinched herself on the wrist. Nope, this was the real thing. Needless to say, her face was about as red as Mr. Glitch's hair.

Nurse Layla stepped in front of Claire, blocking her line of sight. "The bell will probably ring soon, hun. Why don't you head back to class now?"

Claire bit her lip. ULGH! NO FAIR! "N-no.. it's fine.. m-my next class isn't far from here.." Actually, she had no idea where she was.. She'd only been to the nurse's once before.. and she was kind of unconscious on the ride over.

Nurse Layla smiled sweetly before pointing out, "But you don't even have your bag on you.."

"B-but--"

"No buts! Wouldn't want you to miss any valuable class time. Out you go!" And with that, the nurse helped Claire off her bed and led her to the door. Next thing Claire knew, she was standing outside the nurse's office as the door slammed behind her.

Meanwhile, Mr. Ficks was inspecting Glitch's arm, turning it over and inspecting the line where the false skin of Glitch's arm met his shoulder. He made a grunting noise and what may or may not have been speaking. Pointing to the line, it was obvious that he expected Glitch to remove the false skin. Or maybe it wasn't obvious. Whatever.

Layla sat down on Claire's bed and watched, absolutely FASCINATED.

[spaztastic psycho]

Glitch looked at Mr. Ficks for a few moments before he realized that the grunting noise was him trying to communicate again. "O-oh! Uhm... you... want me to... ah, right........" Glitch suddenly felt a small wave of nausea, he always hated removing the false skin. It was just something that felt... gross and he generally avoided having to do it. He carefully removed it, exposing the metal working beneath it. "Is... that, uhm.... better?" He asked, his blush going darker as he noticed Layla watching with quiet a bit of intrest.

[Seven Strike]

Mr. Ficks nodded simply and once again inspected Glitch's arm. Taking it by the wrist, he bent the arm at the elbow slowly, nodded, and then unbent it again. Setting the arm carefully by Glitch's side, he picked his toolbox off the ground and rummaged through it. Taking what appeared to be some strange form of screwdriver, he carefully undid the bolts near Glitch's joints.

Nurse Layla leaned forward a bit, not paying the least bit of attention to Glitch's arm. Preeow.

~

Meanwhile, Claire made a slow trek back to the classroom, frowning sadly. It wasn't fair! S-she still felt sick!! ...ok, not really. But it still wasn't fair! At least she still had the memory.. right?

[spaztastic psycho]

Glitch watched as Mr. Ficks removed the bolts on his joints with growing curiosity. He'd never actually seen anyone work on his arm... in fact, since he had gotten the new parts he hadn't ever actually gotten them worked on. He felt a jolt shoot down his arm as it responded to the bolts being removed. "Is that... ah... supposed to happen?" He asked, looking at Mr. Fick.

[Seven Strike]

Mr. Ficks said nothing, but held the arm tightly in case it decided to spaz out again. Carefully, he removed the main plate and found the problem: sure enough, it was loose wires. Reaching into his toolbox again, he rummaged around for a few moments before revealing.... electrical tape.

Nurse Layla snorted. "That's IT?" she asked, laughing.

Mr. Ficks turned back to look at her and gave her a rather dirty look.

Quickly, the nurse silenced herself and blushed. "Sorry~" she mummbled softly.

Mr. Ficks made a low mumbling noise and began to work on Glitch's arm, connecting the wires and taping them in ways to keep them from rattling loose.. For a while anyways. Not much he could do on short notice like this.

~

Claire glanced nervously into the classroom door, a bit too nervous to walk into the classroom.. especially after her fainting spell earlier. Taking a deep breath, she braced herself, and walked into the room...

[spaztastic psycho]

"sooooo, ah, Mr. Ficks... Will this, ah, fix my arm, or will it still need work done on it? Because, I mean, as long as it doesn't spaz out on me again, I should be good, right? It used to do that alot, I guess it's because of those loose wires? But now your fixing them..... With electrical tape...." Glitch gave mr. ficks a nervous smile, still extreamly scared of the large mechanic. What if he DID way red heads!